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 Peru and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Howard Jones to the disco 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Kenny Larkin,
the Normal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tubeway Army,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grey Daturas,
Surgeon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Motions,
Sun Ra,
Brothers Johnson,
Procol Harum,
Minutemen,
Monks,
Bobby Womack,
The Kinks,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Supertramp,
Slick Rick,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Wyatt,
Tim Buckley,
Country Teasers,
Joey Negro,
Scrapy,
Tears for Fears,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dead C,
X-102,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sight & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mummies,
Brick,
UT,
Bill Wells,
E-Dancer,
Malaria!,
Skriet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pulsallama,
Zero Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swell Maps,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shoche,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dave Gahan,
Reagan Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Roger Hodgson,
The Martian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.