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 Nigeria and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Reuben Wilson to the funk 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Victims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Guru Guru,
Lyres,
Supertramp,
Sixth Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
Loose Ends,
Nik Kershaw,
Oneida,
The Pretty Things,
The Durutti Column,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Style,
L. Decosne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fatback Band,
Fugazi,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Porter Ricks,
Adolescents,
Yusef Lateef,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jandek,
Symarip,
Blossom Toes,
Spandau Ballet,
Gabor Szabo,
Massinfluence,
Motorama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Associates,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dead Boys,
Basic Channel,
Ken Boothe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anakelly,
Technova,
OOIOO,
Franke,
Mr. Review,
X-Ray Spex,
The Flesh Eaters,
Altered Images,
Rekid,
Chris Corsano,
The Index,
Ultravox,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.