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 Niger and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ronan to the rap 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Altered Images,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spoonie Gee,
The Durutti Column,
Sam Rivers,
the Association,
Section 25,
Amazonics,
Barrington Levy,
The Real Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marcia Griffiths,
Maurizio,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scion,
The Techniques,
The Sonics,
The Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker,
Unrelated Segments,
Minny Pops,
The Fugs,
Nick Fraelich,
D'Angelo,
Arab on Radar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marmalade,
Procol Harum,
The Pretty Things,
Dave Gahan,
Godley & Creme,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Accadde A,
X-Ray Spex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Archie Shepp,
Crime,
Index,
The United States of America,
Yazoo,
Massinfluence,
Liliput,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anakelly,
The Smoke,
The Modern Lovers,
Yusef Lateef,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cheater Slicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Patti Smith,
Don Cherry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Franke,
The Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.