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 India and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Albert Ayler to the crunk 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Second Layer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Move,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ludus,
The Real Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brick,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter and Kerry,
Rotary Connection,
Idris Muhammad,
Radio Birdman,
The Index,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stiv Bators,
Yazoo,
Metal Thangz,
Wings,
Skarface,
The Vogues,
Yusef Lateef,
Jimmy McGriff,
Interpol,
Ohio Players,
Sarah Menescal,
Icehouse,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantytec,
Alphaville,
Man Parrish,
Todd Terry,
Mad Mike,
Brand Nubian,
Gong,
Barbara Tucker,
Soulsonic Force,
the Slits,
Nico,
Hashim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kayak,
Pierre Henry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moss Icon,
Rapeman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Order,
Faust,
Kerri Chandler,
KRS-One,
Dawn Penn,
Chris & Cosey,
Urselle,
Joe Finger,
The Angels of Light,
The Moleskins,
Chris Corsano,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.