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 South Sudan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Simply Red to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Agitation Free,
Boredoms,
Sister Nancy,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blackbyrds,
Sparks,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantytec,
The Selecter,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lindisfarne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Toni Rubio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alphaville,
New Age Steppers,
The Five Americans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
This Heat,
Fear,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Normal,
Blossom Toes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Last Poets,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masters at Work,
Charles Mingus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boogie Down Productions,
The American Breed,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Clarke,
Tomorrow,
The Litter,
K-Klass,
Eden Ahbez,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gong,
Crooked Eye,
Los Fastidios,
Ten City,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Womack,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hashim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Count Five,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.