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 Jordan and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Delon & Dalcan to the jazz 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Judy Mowatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ituana,
The Smiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Buckinghams,
Japan,
Eurythmics,
Jandek,
Rekid,
Scion,
Gichy Dan,
X-Ray Spex,
Siglo XX,
Babytalk,
Shoche,
The American Breed,
In Retrospect,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Style,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moebius,
Soft Machine,
Liliput,
The Vogues,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deakin,
Rufus Thomas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pussy Galore,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Foxx,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Görl,
Mark Hollis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Copeland,
Funkadelic,
The Smoke,
Heaven 17,
Schoolly D,
The Gun Club,
Outsiders,
James White and The Blacks,
Y Pants,
Symarip,
Wally Richardson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Leaves,
Chris Corsano,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.