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 Swaziland and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Liliput to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Dolphy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Prince Buster,
Dennis Brown,
John Lydon,
Rod Modell,
Television Personalities,
Ohio Players,
Ultimate Spinach,
kango's stein massive,
The Divine Comedy,
Pulsallama,
Camberwell Now,
The Slackers,
Motorama,
Magazine,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bob Dylan,
Rapeman,
Peter and Kerry,
Crash Course in Science,
Groovy Waters,
Aural Exciters,
One Last Wish,
the Slits,
Sugar Minott,
Aswad,
The Busters,
Eve St. Jones,
cv313,
Surgeon,
FM Einheit,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers,
Ponytail,
World's Most,
Cymande,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott Heron,
China Crisis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Moon,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Parrish,
Alphaville,
Fluxion,
Absolute Body Control,
The Birthday Party,
Arthur Verocai,
The Names,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monks,
Junior Murvin,
Carl Craig,
Grey Daturas,
Depeche Mode,
JFA,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.