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 the UAE and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 The Gladiators to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Kas Product,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Angels of Light,
Lucky Dragons,
Index,
Crime,
Pussy Galore,
Ronan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minnie Riperton,
Albert Ayler,
F. McDonald,
The Knickerbockers,
Deepchord,
Joe Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rotary Connection,
David Bowie,
Zero Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Sherman,
Zapp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eddi Front,
Masters at Work,
Al Stewart,
Magazine,
Hot Snakes,
Eve St. Jones,
Slave,
The Happenings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Lydon,
Gichy Dan,
Tom Boy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
The New Christs,
The Skatalites,
The Music Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Main Source,
David Axelrod,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brothers Johnson,
Letta Mbulu,
Stetsasonic,
Public Enemy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Steve Hackett,
Radiohead,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
Con Funk Shun,
K-Klass,
Deadbeat,
Suicide,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.