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 Colombia and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
New Age Steppers,
Stereo Dub,
Delta 5,
Popol Vuh,
Peter and Kerry,
China Crisis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sister Nancy,
U.S. Maple,
Eve St. Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
Skaos,
Dave Gahan,
Kas Product,
Shuggie Otis,
The Selecter,
Roxy Music,
John Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
Audionom,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marvin Gaye,
Lindisfarne,
Model 500,
B.T. Express,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Real Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash,
H. Thieme,
Brothers Johnson,
Deepchord,
Livin' Joy,
The Slits,
OOIOO,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Sneak,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Janne Schatter,
The Motions,
Bobby Womack,
Hoover,
Mad Mike,
Scion,
Kenny Larkin,
Au Pairs,
Rod Modell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Lynne,
Graham Central Station,
DNA,
The Gladiators,
John Foxx,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang of Four,
Flipper,
X-101,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.