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 Sri Lanka and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Derrick May to the disco 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Wells,
Tropical Tobacco,
a-ha,
Qualms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wasted Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Don Cherry,
Cecil Taylor,
Saccharine Trust,
Section 25,
Lyres,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Searchers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Soulsonic Force,
CMW,
Cluster,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter & Gordon,
Mission of Burma,
Joyce Sims,
Oneida,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rekid,
Aaron Thompson,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Golliwogs,
The Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Divine Comedy,
Tears for Fears,
Toni Rubio,
Magma,
Scrapy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Fraelich,
The Durutti Column,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
LL Cool J,
Pussy Galore,
The Birthday Party,
Mark Hollis,
Sandy B,
The Techniques,
The Offenders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABC,
Robert Hood,
Judy Mowatt,
Letta Mbulu,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Görl,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smoke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.