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 Somalia and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aural Exciters,
Erykah Badu,
Letta Mbulu,
Carl Craig,
Visage,
Clear Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eve St. Jones,
The Evens,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxy Music,
The Barracudas,
Iggy Pop,
Malaria!,
Bill Near,
Boredoms,
Intrusion,
Deakin,
The Star Department,
Sound Behaviour,
Soul II Soul,
Ronnie Foster,
the Association,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Human League,
In Retrospect,
The Mummies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Dolphy,
Lightning Bolt,
Prince Buster,
The Stooges,
Outsiders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker,
Bootsy Collins,
Cecil Taylor,
Simply Red,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Selecter,
JFA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultra Naté,
Interpol,
Gang Green,
The Trojans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tommy Roe,
Dark Day,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.