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 Sudan and from New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Roxy Music to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Green. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Slick Rick,
Sarah Menescal,
Spoonie Gee,
The Saints,
Fear,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kas Product,
R.M.O.,
Cluster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
KRS-One,
Gong,
Tres Demented,
Eddi Front,
Qualms,
Harmonia,
Panda Bear,
Alphaville,
The Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
Byron Stingily,
Grauzone,
the Germs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Duran Duran,
Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
One Last Wish,
Newcleus,
Prince Buster,
The Pretty Things,
Yaz,
Rosa Yemen,
Wolf Eyes,
The Durutti Column,
The Alarm Clocks,
CMW,
Wire,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Happenings,
In Retrospect,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
Juan Atkins,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Techniques,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masters at Work,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fatback Band,
Davy DMX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronnie Foster,
Lyres,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang of Four,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.