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 St Lucia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Soul Sonic Force to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Skaos,
Audionom,
The Sonics,
H. Thieme,
The Velvet Underground,
John Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter and Kerry,
Davy DMX,
Cymande,
The Birthday Party,
Sight & Sound,
Anakelly,
The Leaves,
Bobby Sherman,
The Pretty Things,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Teasers,
June Days,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Groovy Waters,
Drexciya,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Smooth,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Misunderstood,
Lower 48,
Alton Ellis,
Fatback Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magazine,
Visage,
Ohio Players,
Circle Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
Nirvana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dual Sessions,
Fugazi,
The Fugs,
Deadbeat,
The Slackers,
These Immortal Souls,
Laurel Aitken,
Scion,
Nik Kershaw,
Henry Cow,
Cheater Slicks,
The Young Rascals,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Mills,
Quando Quango,
Television Personalities,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Flock of Seagulls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Althea and Donna,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.