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 Ivory Coast and from London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Yellowson to the crunk 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Yaz,
Deepchord,
Max Romeo,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chrome,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barry Ungar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moleskins,
Soul II Soul,
Slave,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mark Hollis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kaleidoscope,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Flag,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Icehouse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camberwell Now,
Tres Demented,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Misunderstood,
The Remains,
Tommy Roe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Smog,
The Young Rascals,
FM Einheit,
The J.B.'s,
Ohio Players,
Barrington Levy,
The Star Department,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Searchers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Invisible,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hardrive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jawbox,
The Last Poets,
Hot Snakes,
Roxette,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
H. Thieme,
Masters at Work,
KRS-One,
Duran Duran,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Hill,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.