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 Mali and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Curtis Mayfield to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Alice Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
The Remains,
Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
The Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Bar-Kays,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lucky Dragons,
Mr. Review,
Boz Scaggs,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Golliwogs,
F. McDonald,
Byron Stingily,
The Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Green,
Panda Bear,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
The J.B.'s,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Starr,
Ken Boothe,
Nirvana,
D'Angelo,
Suicide,
Yellowson,
Anthony Braxton,
World's Most,
Oblivians,
Intrusion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Association,
Roxette,
Urselle,
Rod Modell,
Nik Kershaw,
Heaven 17,
H. Thieme,
Fatback Band,
Harry Pussy,
A Certain Ratio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Motions,
10cc,
Derrick Morgan,
Scientists,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amazonics,
Loose Ends,
Roger Hodgson,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.