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 Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sister Nancy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Nik Kershaw,
the Human League,
Wire,
the Normal,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pop Group,
Clear Light,
The Blackbyrds,
Shuggie Otis,
Fatback Band,
OOIOO,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bob Dylan,
Marvin Gaye,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra,
Accadde A,
D'Angelo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faraquet,
The American Breed,
Pussy Galore,
The Names,
The Dead C,
Ronnie Foster,
CMW,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
Whodini,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cecil Taylor,
Underground Resistance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Mo-Dettes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alton Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Don Cherry,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monks,
Alphaville,
The Skatalites,
Goldenarms,
Ultravox,
Spoonie Gee,
Eve St. Jones,
The Star Department,
Procol Harum,
The Monochrome Set,
Gong,
The Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Gabor Szabo,
Heaven 17,
The Wake,
Glenn Branca,
Ohio Players,
Supertramp,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.