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 Burkina 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marshall Jefferson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Quando Quango,
Whodini,
The Gap Band,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker,
The Fall,
Kerrie Biddell,
Charles Mingus,
Yazoo,
Arcadia,
Lightning Bolt,
Deakin,
UT,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lucky Dragons,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
The Move,
Silicon Teens,
Sällskapet,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Con Funk Shun,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed,
Tears for Fears,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
The Pop Group,
Blake Baxter,
Stiv Bators,
Visage,
Matthew Bourne,
The Names,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radio Birdman,
The Index,
The Standells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hardrive,
Amazonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Audionom,
DJ Style,
Schoolly D,
The Skatalites,
Country Teasers,
Pylon,
Flipper,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Animal Collective,
Basic Channel,
Section 25,
The Invisible,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swell Maps,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.