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 Maldives and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Graham Central Station to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Suburban Knight,
Dual Sessions,
Con Funk Shun,
La Düsseldorf,
FM Einheit,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wasted Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smiths,
Intrusion,
Moss Icon,
the Sonics,
Agitation Free,
Maurizio,
The United States of America,
Symarip,
Khruangbin,
David Axelrod,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harmonia,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Barracudas,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Fraelich,
Marshall Jefferson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ten City,
Marc Almond,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun City Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Sex Pistols,
The Offenders,
Magazine,
Nico,
Be Bop Deluxe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reagan Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hashim,
The J.B.'s,
Black Pus,
Stereo Dub,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bob Dylan,
Thompson Twins,
Ossler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hasil Adkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deadbeat,
Buzzcocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.