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 Ukraine and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Gang of Four to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The Searchers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Victims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
CMW,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stiv Bators,
Goldenarms,
Crooked Eye,
The Red Krayola,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wings,
The Moleskins,
Michelle Simonal,
Donald Byrd,
Whodini,
Hot Snakes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Pus,
Sixth Finger,
Gang of Four,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angry Samoans,
Khruangbin,
Boredoms,
Eric Dolphy,
Parry Music,
The Slackers,
E-Dancer,
Sällskapet,
Metal Thangz,
Ohio Players,
The Knickerbockers,
48th St. Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slick Rick,
Erasure,
Heaven 17,
Harry Pussy,
Drive Like Jehu,
David McCallum,
John Lydon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sparks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Move,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.