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 Iceland and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ludus to the grime 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Davy DMX,
Eden Ahbez,
Yellowson,
Terry Callier,
New Order,
Smog,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arcadia,
Soul II Soul,
Echospace,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris Corsano,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Rundgren,
Bauhaus,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Juan Atkins,
The Selecter,
China Crisis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Byrd,
Subhumans,
David Axelrod,
Roger Hodgson,
Barry Ungar,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moby Grape,
Groovy Waters,
The Red Krayola,
The Martian,
Faust,
The Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers,
Thee Headcoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ten City,
Marc Almond,
Half Japanese,
Excepter,
Blake Baxter,
Cecil Taylor,
The Walker Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amazonics,
Skriet,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.