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 Namibia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lalann 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys 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?
Roger Hodgson,
Altered Images,
The Grass Roots,
Don Cherry,
10cc,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lightning Bolt,
The Walker Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cure,
Mantronix,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Pus,
Henry Cow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
The Saints,
Shoche,
Easy Going,
Massinfluence,
DJ Style,
Jandek,
Joey Negro,
Toni Rubio,
Prince Buster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Albert Ayler,
Yaz,
Sight & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fortunes,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott Heron,
June Days,
ABC,
OOIOO,
Gabor Szabo,
June of 44,
Index,
Maurizio,
Von Mondo,
X-101,
Neil Young,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barry Ungar,
the Slits,
Pantytec,
New Order,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Hill,
The Music Machine,
Camouflage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unwound,
Kerri Chandler,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.