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 Cape Verde and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soulsonic Force to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Ituana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quantec,
X-Ray Spex,
Duran Duran,
Cheater Slicks,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Starr,
Morten Harket,
The Birthday Party,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ice-T,
Donald Byrd,
Moss Icon,
Buzzcocks,
Tim Buckley,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül II,
D'Angelo,
Organ,
Nico,
The Cramps,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dark Day,
LL Cool J,
ABC,
Don Cherry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tom Boy,
The Smoke,
Joe Finger,
The Associates,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Almond,
Whodini,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lower 48,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bad Manners,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Names,
The Dirtbombs,
Hashim,
The Sonics,
Neu!,
Con Funk Shun,
China Crisis,
The Smiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skarface,
The Wake,
Prince Buster,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.