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 Bologna.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Faraquet 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Lydon,
Spoonie Gee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ludus,
Lungfish,
Stetsasonic,
Tears for Fears,
Oblivians,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nas,
Panda Bear,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Index,
Shuggie Otis,
Laurel Aitken,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Starr,
Saccharine Trust,
Skarface,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Wells,
Groovy Waters,
Pussy Galore,
Yazoo,
Wire,
The Velvet Underground,
Byron Stingily,
Scion,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Silicon Teens,
Monolake,
The Modern Lovers,
Intrusion,
Wally Richardson,
Chris & Cosey,
Depeche Mode,
Country Teasers,
China Crisis,
The Raincoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Porter Ricks,
Cal Tjader,
Faraquet,
The Residents,
Cheater Slicks,
Buzzcocks,
Scan 7,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Wyatt,
Yusef Lateef,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.