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 Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Boredoms to the funk 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Lightning Bolt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oblivians,
Bob Dylan,
The Monks,
The Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nico,
Cheater Slicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lindisfarne,
Freddie Wadling,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Depeche Mode,
China Crisis,
Ronnie Foster,
Crime,
Minutemen,
Stiv Bators,
the Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Iggy Pop,
Black Moon,
Joe Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Almond,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deepchord,
Parry Music,
The Red Krayola,
Fat Boys,
the Human League,
John Lydon,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gun Club,
Camberwell Now,
Oneida,
Second Layer,
Smog,
Sun City Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Funky Four + One,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Walker Brothers,
This Heat,
New York Dolls,
Aswad,
Intrusion,
Gang Green,
The Victims,
Tom Boy,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.