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 Argentina and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 James White and The Blacks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slits,
Main Source,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül II,
Altered Images,
Bang On A Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cybotron,
Make Up,
Goldenarms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Godley & Creme,
The Angels of Light,
Model 500,
Moebius,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cymande,
Stereo Dub,
Fad Gadget,
The Music Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Walker Brothers,
ABBA,
The Dead C,
The Litter,
Matthew Halsall,
The Residents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oneida,
Prince Buster,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultravox,
Agitation Free,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Smooth,
Henry Cow,
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young,
Silicon Teens,
Ossler,
Fugazi,
Franke,
Marc Almond,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Copeland,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Busters,
Lungfish,
Dawn Penn,
One Last Wish,
Eve St. Jones,
Average White Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Fraelich,
Aaron Thompson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.