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 Thailand 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Public Enemy,
Joyce Sims,
Kaleidoscope,
Fela Kuti,
the Swans,
Oneida,
Kurtis Blow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blake Baxter,
Alphaville,
Simply Red,
Barbara Tucker,
The Residents,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monks,
R.M.O.,
Nico,
Lalann,
David McCallum,
the Germs,
Y Pants,
Aaron Thompson,
a-ha,
Grey Daturas,
Lakeside,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harmonia,
Robert Wyatt,
Freddie Wadling,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mojo Men,
Sam Rivers,
Japan,
The Zeros,
Outsiders,
Boredoms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Severed Heads,
Soul Sonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
Drexciya,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warren Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
The Vogues,
The Cowsills,
The Toasters,
Second Layer,
X-101,
Icehouse,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moody Blues,
Desert Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Tremeloes,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.