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 South Sudan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Banda Bassotti to the crunk 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Iggy Pop,
Monks,
The Remains,
Ituana,
Carl Craig,
Gabor Szabo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Circle Jerks,
Davy DMX,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Christie,
The Gladiators,
Section 25,
Funky Four + One,
LL Cool J,
Make Up,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Lower 48,
Freddie Wadling,
The Searchers,
Siglo XX,
Barry Ungar,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantaleimon,
Popol Vuh,
Eric B and Rakim,
T. Rex,
Rod Modell,
Black Flag,
Andrew Hill,
The Buckinghams,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marmalade,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra,
Harry Pussy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Procol Harum,
Bill Near,
Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Green,
Kas Product,
Toni Rubio,
Cybotron,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Eating Sloth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Normal,
The Moody Blues,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ossler,
K-Klass,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.