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 Tonga and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 June Days to the funk 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Rosa Yemen,
The Neon Judgement,
Crash Course in Science,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Dolphy,
Charles Mingus,
Basic Channel,
The Mojo Men,
David Bowie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skriet,
Das Ding,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Swans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Motorama,
Gang of Four,
The Monochrome Set,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moebius,
Blancmange,
Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Little Man,
Yazoo,
John Holt,
Matthew Halsall,
MC5,
Soul II Soul,
The Slackers,
Blake Baxter,
Rites of Spring,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Deepchord,
Bootsy Collins,
The J.B.'s,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gregory Isaacs,
Easy Going,
Essential Logic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tom Boy,
ABBA,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantytec,
Chris Corsano,
Stereo Dub,
Joey Negro,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siglo XX,
Duran Duran,
Traffic Nightmare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Audionom,
Max Romeo,
Dorothy Ashby,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.