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 Congo and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Au Pairs to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Godley & Creme,
Niagra,
The Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxette,
Ten City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Bananas,
Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cal Tjader,
Ohio Players,
Charles Mingus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Severed Heads,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Franke,
Dave Gahan,
Zero Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deakin,
The Trojans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anakelly,
Eden Ahbez,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Flag,
Fluxion,
Cybotron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Icehouse,
Wally Richardson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
Yazoo,
Pantytec,
Derrick Morgan,
Average White Band,
Brass Construction,
Nas,
Absolute Body Control,
Fear,
Nico,
Main Source,
New Age Steppers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pop Group,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.