Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sierra Leone and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Blossom Toes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Byrd,
Nas,
Scientists,
Motorama,
Jerry's Kids,
Rekid,
Pierre Henry,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Moon,
Thompson Twins,
The Red Krayola,
The Move,
World's Most,
Can,
Von Mondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dual Sessions,
Outsiders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeru the Damaja,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glenn Branca,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young,
Slick Rick,
Toni Rubio,
Country Teasers,
Black Sheep,
Pole,
Unwound,
MDC,
Yusef Lateef,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marcia Griffiths,
Babytalk,
Essential Logic,
Symarip,
Clear Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joey Negro,
Morten Harket,
Dark Day,
Bush Tetras,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
John Holt,
Blancmange,
Tim Buckley,
Magma,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.