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 Sudan and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 The Saints to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Spoonie Gee,
Lucky Dragons,
Donald Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Warsaw,
The Searchers,
Marmalade,
Anthony Braxton,
The Vogues,
Icehouse,
Steve Hackett,
Yellowson,
Reuben Wilson,
Pulsallama,
Eric Dolphy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Smog,
Glambeats Corp.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Raincoats,
The Names,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Age Steppers,
Rotary Connection,
the Swans,
Swell Maps,
The Cramps,
Isaac Hayes,
The Offenders,
Fear,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oblivians,
The Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cluster,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cheater Slicks,
Maurizio,
Crime,
Susan Cadogan,
Graham Central Station,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masters at Work,
Ronnie Foster,
Nik Kershaw,
These Immortal Souls,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.