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 Nigeria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
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 clarinet 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 Vainqueur to the dance 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Minny Pops,
Rakim,
China Crisis,
Marshall Jefferson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-101,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
Funky Four + One,
Nico,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gun Club,
Ronnie Foster,
Camberwell Now,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Görl,
Wally Richardson,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nils Olav,
The Slackers,
Faraquet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grey Daturas,
The Moleskins,
Deadbeat,
Essential Logic,
The Gap Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Isaac Hayes,
Magma,
Main Source,
The Mummies,
Au Pairs,
Underground Resistance,
Sam Rivers,
Sonic Youth,
Skarface,
Fatback Band,
Schoolly D,
Wolf Eyes,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mojo Men,
John Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
the Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
Adolescents,
Monolake,
Crash Course in Science,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott Heron,
The New Christs,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.