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 Bahamas 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Stereo Dub to the rap 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Fall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Letta Mbulu,
Isaac Hayes,
Alton Ellis,
Whodini,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cure,
Rites of Spring,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Outsiders,
Fela Kuti,
Mr. Review,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Wake,
Popol Vuh,
The Skatalites,
Hardrive,
Royal Trux,
Aloha Tigers,
The New Christs,
Marine Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Symarip,
Joe Finger,
Ken Boothe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gichy Dan,
Nik Kershaw,
Siglo XX,
The Last Poets,
Depeche Mode,
Vladislav Delay,
Al Stewart,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camberwell Now,
Fugazi,
Gang of Four,
the Human League,
Trumans Water,
Spoonie Gee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
EPMD,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spandau Ballet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eden Ahbez,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yaz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jawbox,
Alphaville,
Mad Mike,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.