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 Micronesia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Laurel Aitken to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
Absolute Body Control,
the Bar-Kays,
Frankie Knuckles,
Das Ding,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Near,
Barry Ungar,
Delta 5,
Soul II Soul,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brick,
Gang Green,
Animal Collective,
Robert Hood,
Lungfish,
Cal Tjader,
48th St. Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
Grauzone,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cluster,
Niagra,
Half Japanese,
Tim Buckley,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül,
Roxette,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
Duran Duran,
Kaleidoscope,
Amazonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-102,
Erykah Badu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fatback Band,
Babytalk,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra,
Drexciya,
Ohio Players,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxy Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eurythmics,
Skarface,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
Fela Kuti,
Wally Richardson,
Sound Behaviour,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.