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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Donald Byrd to the grime 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Bourne,
Quadrant,
Chris Corsano,
The Toasters,
Hoover,
The Moleskins,
Funky Four + One,
Sam Rivers,
Tom Boy,
Theoretical Girls,
Warsaw,
New York Dolls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aswad,
Albert Ayler,
Archie Shepp,
Ituana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mojo Men,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Mills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Susan Cadogan,
Maleditus Sound,
Bauhaus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fat Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blancmange,
Moebius,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Music Machine,
F. McDonald,
Yazoo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gerry Rafferty,
Parry Music,
Zero Boys,
Ossler,
The Raincoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Slave,
the Association,
Bad Manners,
The Gap Band,
Pere Ubu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Real Kids,
Scrapy,
Country Teasers,
Godley & Creme,
The Last Poets,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.