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 Costa Rica and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
X-101,
Crash Course in Science,
The Evens,
Robert Hood,
Gang of Four,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Trumans Water,
Silicon Teens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Wake,
Public Enemy,
Outsiders,
ABBA,
the Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
Monolake,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Banda Bassotti,
Hasil Adkins,
Iggy Pop,
48th St. Collective,
Babytalk,
Whodini,
Avey Tare,
Idris Muhammad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Misunderstood,
Barrington Levy,
PIL,
Mars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bad Manners,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Althea and Donna,
June Days,
Second Layer,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
Brass Construction,
Laurel Aitken,
Hashim,
Mission of Burma,
Metal Thangz,
Yusef Lateef,
Aswad,
Judy Mowatt,
New Age Steppers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cecil Taylor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Pus,
Angry Samoans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.