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 Burkina and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Von Mondo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Dead C,
Whodini,
Bad Manners,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy Collins,
T.S.O.L.,
Minnie Riperton,
Eddi Front,
The Velvet Underground,
the Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
Trumans Water,
Laurel Aitken,
Japan,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Electric Light Orchestra,
cv313,
Reagan Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Rundgren,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Eve St. Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Surgeon,
Con Funk Shun,
Harmonia,
Lindisfarne,
Oblivians,
Section 25,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang of Four,
John Holt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suburban Knight,
Grauzone,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joyce Sims,
Agitation Free,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul II Soul,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The American Breed,
Henry Cow,
Arab on Radar,
Scion,
Von Mondo,
Boz Scaggs,
Jawbox,
10cc,
Piero Umiliani,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiohead,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Five Americans,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.