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 Gambia and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Sun Ra to the grime 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
The Beau Brummels,
The Trojans,
The Sound,
John Foxx,
Reagan Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick Morgan,
New Order,
Scientists,
Accadde A,
Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yaz,
Ossler,
The Music Machine,
D'Angelo,
In Retrospect,
Dennis Brown,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swell Maps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sam Rivers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kurtis Blow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-101,
The Stooges,
Lalann,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABBA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxy Music,
Stetsasonic,
E-Dancer,
The Zeros,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed,
The Fortunes,
F. McDonald,
Moebius,
The Victims,
Maurizio,
T. Rex,
Patti Smith,
The Gun Club,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Colin Newman,
Siglo XX,
Fad Gadget,
This Heat,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.