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 Tajikistan and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Bauhaus to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nik Kershaw,
Can,
The Real Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
Grey Daturas,
Chris Corsano,
The Move,
Stereo Dub,
Rufus Thomas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
Stiv Bators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick May,
Mr. Review,
Arthur Verocai,
Sight & Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Arcadia,
PIL,
Sarah Menescal,
K-Klass,
Fluxion,
Deepchord,
Radio Birdman,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Sheep,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
Angry Samoans,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun City Girls,
KRS-One,
Man Parrish,
Siglo XX,
Roger Hodgson,
La Düsseldorf,
Icehouse,
The Smoke,
Q and Not U,
Eddi Front,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magma,
World's Most,
Ralphi Rosario,
Graham Central Station,
The Grass Roots,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Darondo,
Ludus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul II Soul,
New Age Steppers,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.