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 Ivory Coast 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Brand Nubian to the techno 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Ice-T,
Sarah Menescal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Whodini,
Michelle Simonal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
One Last Wish,
Stetsasonic,
Nico,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vladislav Delay,
Ponytail,
Scion,
Alice Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
The Pretty Things,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Vogues,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rod Modell,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Angels of Light,
Index,
The Smiths,
Popol Vuh,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dawn Penn,
Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
Roy Ayers,
Pere Ubu,
X-102,
Grauzone,
Sound Behaviour,
Letta Mbulu,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monks,
the Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra,
Gichy Dan,
U.S. Maple,
Sight & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
New Order,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cramps,
Piero Umiliani,
China Crisis,
Black Sheep,
Tom Boy,
Accadde A,
Ludus,
Robert Wyatt,
Magma,
Graham Central Station,
The Skatalites,
ABC,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.