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 Poland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wire to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Index,
the Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
Porter Ricks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
Icehouse,
The Angels of Light,
Eurythmics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Byron Stingily,
Brass Construction,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Can,
Iggy Pop,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Skatalites,
Stetsasonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rod Modell,
The Evens,
Morten Harket,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
June of 44,
Flash Fearless,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris Corsano,
Dave Gahan,
The J.B.'s,
Arcadia,
Prince Buster,
Blake Baxter,
The Count Five,
Severed Heads,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fat Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zero Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Unrelated Segments,
Pussy Galore,
Pole,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Invisible,
Erasure,
Lyres,
Nils Olav,
Siglo XX,
Cymande,
Guru Guru,
Sparks,
The Pretty Things,
World's Most,
X-102,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.