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 Lesotho and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Theoretical Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Eden Ahbez,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Hill,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Iggy Pop,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Technova,
Oblivians,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radio Birdman,
The Grass Roots,
Sarah Menescal,
Yaz,
Dawn Penn,
Moebius,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Connie Case,
The Pretty Things,
The Black Dice,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grauzone,
Amazonics,
Henry Cow,
Television,
Aaron Thompson,
Fluxion,
Q and Not U,
Jacques Brel,
The Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nico,
Colin Newman,
Surgeon,
X-Ray Spex,
Nation of Ulysses,
Organ,
Guru Guru,
MC5,
DJ Sneak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Lakeside,
Vladislav Delay,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Curtis Mayfield,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gun Club,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Machine,
The Gladiators,
Ohio Players,
Icehouse,
The Barracudas,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.