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 Paraguay and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Warsaw to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Fluxion,
Janne Schatter,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed,
Average White Band,
Groovy Waters,
Ossler,
Faust,
The New Christs,
Tim Buckley,
Peter and Kerry,
Quando Quango,
Sex Pistols,
UT,
Altered Images,
Ronan,
John Lydon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacques Brel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mantronix,
Drive Like Jehu,
Prince Buster,
Byron Stingily,
Pantytec,
Harpers Bizarre,
Franke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boz Scaggs,
Mandrill,
Grey Daturas,
Ludus,
Eurythmics,
The Last Poets,
The Golliwogs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Organ,
Deakin,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra,
This Heat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Near,
Parry Music,
Excepter,
Cameo,
T.S.O.L.,
Main Source,
The Modern Lovers,
The Vogues,
The Tremeloes,
The Smiths,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Halsall,
Rufus Thomas,
Jawbox,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.