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 Bulgaria and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Brand Nubian 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Alarm Clocks,
China Crisis,
Godley & Creme,
The Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry's Kids,
Little Man,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dawn Penn,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bush Tetras,
Reuben Wilson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Martian,
Ice-T,
Soft Machine,
Radio Birdman,
The Black Dice,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
Piero Umiliani,
Juan Atkins,
Black Pus,
Ken Boothe,
Skarface,
Black Moon,
Wally Richardson,
Chrome,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Darondo,
Rekid,
Peter & Gordon,
The Last Poets,
The Selecter,
H. Thieme,
One Last Wish,
Clear Light,
Liliput,
Tubeway Army,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Wells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Excepter,
Delta 5,
The Slits,
The Cure,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
Mark Hollis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June Days,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronnie Foster,
Hot Snakes,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.