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 Guatemala and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonics to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slackers,
Lou Christie,
The Invisible,
June Days,
Althea and Donna,
Jimmy McGriff,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chrome,
The Count Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Slits,
The Red Krayola,
Ronan,
Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Green,
Bob Dylan,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Sherman,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Association,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül II,
Scrapy,
Cheater Slicks,
Half Japanese,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Idris Muhammad,
The Toasters,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Das Ding,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Vogues,
Mark Hollis,
Bang On A Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rites of Spring,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donny Hathaway,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Archie Shepp,
Nik Kershaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Happenings,
B.T. Express,
New Order,
Shoche,
Neu!,
PIL,
Essential Logic,
Josef K,
Sonny Sharrock,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.