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 Turkmenistan 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
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 guitar 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 Ice-T to the punk 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Unrelated Segments,
Scion,
John Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Main Source,
Eden Ahbez,
Juan Atkins,
Brothers Johnson,
Mo-Dettes,
Joyce Sims,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Style,
Popol Vuh,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lucky Dragons,
the Normal,
Roxette,
Simply Red,
Toni Rubio,
Procol Harum,
KRS-One,
Barry Ungar,
Little Man,
H. Thieme,
Chrome,
Hot Snakes,
Susan Cadogan,
Archie Shepp,
Bauhaus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jimmy McGriff,
kango's stein massive,
Minny Pops,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
B.T. Express,
The Victims,
The Slackers,
K-Klass,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marmalade,
Pantaleimon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Litter,
Thee Headcoats,
The Golliwogs,
Average White Band,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-101,
Freddie Wadling,
Reagan Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.