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 Kyrgyzstan and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Eden Ahbez to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scion,
Absolute Body Control,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
Altered Images,
Lebanon Hanover,
PIL,
The Wake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Human League,
Half Japanese,
In Retrospect,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ten City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacob Miller,
Stetsasonic,
Delta 5,
The Sonics,
Zapp,
Sight & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rosa Yemen,
Loose Ends,
The Pretty Things,
Letta Mbulu,
Grauzone,
Cameo,
John Lydon,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fortunes,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Bourne,
Aswad,
Buzzcocks,
John Cale,
Brick,
Simply Red,
the Association,
The Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
Bill Wells,
Moss Icon,
Wings,
Bang On A Can,
Eric Copeland,
The Durutti Column,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fall,
kango's stein massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.