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 Algeria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aural Exciters to the jazz 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lucky Dragons,
the Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
The J.B.'s,
MC5,
Idris Muhammad,
Iggy Pop,
Bluetip,
Symarip,
Popol Vuh,
Porter Ricks,
Dark Day,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bad Manners,
Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
Rotary Connection,
Soulsonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
Ken Boothe,
The Real Kids,
T. Rex,
the Association,
Joe Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harry Pussy,
The Music Machine,
Fugazi,
Bush Tetras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Wells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Knickerbockers,
Absolute Body Control,
Quadrant,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Terry,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy Collins,
Underground Resistance,
Youth Brigade,
Zero Boys,
In Retrospect,
Brick,
Judy Mowatt,
Aloha Tigers,
The Searchers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Birthday Party,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Darondo,
Brand Nubian,
Sex Pistols,
Quando Quango,
the Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
Moss Icon,
Funkadelic,
JFA,
Q65,
Henry Cow,
The Stooges,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.