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 Kuwait and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Freddie Wadling to the techno 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Warsaw,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gerry Rafferty,
Surgeon,
Monolake,
Japan,
Scion,
The J.B.'s,
Smog,
Deepchord,
Bobby Womack,
Alton Ellis,
Warren Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
Eden Ahbez,
Section 25,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maurizio,
Wings,
Skriet,
Von Mondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Steve Hackett,
Make Up,
John Holt,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Niagra,
Max Romeo,
Tom Boy,
Chris & Cosey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Starr,
Q and Not U,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rotary Connection,
Sugar Minott,
The Knickerbockers,
China Crisis,
Rites of Spring,
the Normal,
Delta 5,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Hood,
Soul II Soul,
Stereo Dub,
Panda Bear,
Sexual Harrassment,
Godley & Creme,
Procol Harum,
Mo-Dettes,
Ponytail,
Pole,
Sound Behaviour,
Blancmange,
ABBA,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.