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 Tanzania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Erasure to the grime 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
The Skatalites,
X-101,
LL Cool J,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Görl,
F. McDonald,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
Mr. Review,
Mandrill,
The Kinks,
Danielle Patucci,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quando Quango,
Carl Craig,
Joyce Sims,
Moss Icon,
Glenn Branca,
Howard Jones,
Anakelly,
Sixth Finger,
Excepter,
James White and The Blacks,
Blake Baxter,
T. Rex,
The Shadows of Knight,
FM Einheit,
Metal Thangz,
Zapp,
Panda Bear,
The Gap Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Sneak,
Kayak,
Interpol,
The Gladiators,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thee Headcoats,
Donny Hathaway,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Make Up,
Darondo,
H. Thieme,
John Foxx,
Jawbox,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Leaves,
Gang of Four,
The Offenders,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Fraelich,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Iggy Pop,
Deadbeat,
Black Flag,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.