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 Seychelles and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Kool Moe Dee to the techno 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Japan,
Sister Nancy,
Bang On A Can,
A Certain Ratio,
Infiniti,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Bowie,
Marc Almond,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Parrish,
the Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terry Callier,
Hardrive,
Pagans,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
Roxy Music,
This Heat,
Second Layer,
Nick Fraelich,
The United States of America,
The Busters,
Kaleidoscope,
Easy Going,
Bad Manners,
Essential Logic,
Albert Ayler,
Niagra,
Banda Bassotti,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doors,
The Five Americans,
Country Teasers,
Magazine,
The Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
Mo-Dettes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brand Nubian,
The Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Patti Smith,
The Associates,
The Mojo Men,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Inner City,
Rapeman,
X-Ray Spex,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Sherman,
Bluetip,
Negative Approach,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.