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 Vietnam and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Colin Newman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Charles Mingus,
Excepter,
This Heat,
Ten City,
Stiv Bators,
JFA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sister Nancy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Subhumans,
The Saints,
The Slits,
Gang of Four,
Von Mondo,
A Certain Ratio,
Oneida,
Soul Sonic Force,
Max Romeo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Flag,
The Misunderstood,
Slave,
Radio Birdman,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronnie Foster,
Metal Thangz,
Bang On A Can,
Accadde A,
Sonny Sharrock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magma,
Janne Schatter,
Soulsonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
Banda Bassotti,
John Foxx,
Ornette Coleman,
Mars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Whodini,
Prince Buster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Halsall,
Inner City,
The Selecter,
The Remains,
Lungfish,
The Toasters,
L. Decosne,
Con Funk Shun,
Urselle,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fortunes,
Black Sheep,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Residents,
The Busters,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.