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 Solomon Islands and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Rosa Yemen to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Subhumans,
H. Thieme,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
Iggy Pop,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yaz,
Fatback Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Invisible,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cowsills,
Angry Samoans,
Sällskapet,
The Kinks,
Nico,
Half Japanese,
Unwound,
A Certain Ratio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smoke,
The Searchers,
Harmonia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kurtis Blow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sight & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marvin Gaye,
Minutemen,
The Slits,
the Human League,
Tommy Roe,
Roger Hodgson,
Delta 5,
Kerri Chandler,
Guru Guru,
Franke,
Eddi Front,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Wells,
Yusef Lateef,
Interpol,
Fugazi,
Model 500,
Japan,
Wings,
The Five Americans,
Niagra,
Jeff Mills,
Agitation Free,
the Association,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Near,
Crash Course in Science,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.