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 Morocco and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Echospace to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
UT,
Joensuu 1685,
Zapp,
Delta 5,
Anthony Braxton,
Eve St. Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bluetip,
Swell Maps,
The Durutti Column,
Moby Grape,
The United States of America,
Public Enemy,
Maurizio,
Faraquet,
R.M.O.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marmalade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Lynne,
Saccharine Trust,
X-Ray Spex,
The Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gories,
Pylon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scientists,
Arab on Radar,
a-ha,
The American Breed,
Erykah Badu,
Half Japanese,
Soulsonic Force,
Quadrant,
China Crisis,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Motions,
Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
Minor Threat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sugar Minott,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacob Miller,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Lydon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wire,
Dave Gahan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radio Birdman,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.