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 Nicaragua and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Q and Not U to the jazz 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Duran Duran,
Hasil Adkins,
Henry Cow,
Kaleidoscope,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxy Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Essential Logic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Stooges,
The Smoke,
Liliput,
The Litter,
Bush Tetras,
Janne Schatter,
Popol Vuh,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Five Americans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fall,
DJ Sneak,
Dawn Penn,
Mr. Review,
Heaven 17,
Saccharine Trust,
Index,
James White and The Blacks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gories,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sister Nancy,
The Mummies,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Moon,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Görl,
Robert Wyatt,
Boogie Down Productions,
EPMD,
The Velvet Underground,
The Skatalites,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mo-Dettes,
Nils Olav,
The Leaves,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare,
Ronan,
The Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.