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 Panama and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Echospace to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Zapp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sound Behaviour,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Index,
AZ,
Goldenarms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Wyatt,
Barbara Tucker,
Ice-T,
Tom Boy,
Fad Gadget,
Dennis Brown,
Schoolly D,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Clarke,
the Human League,
The Star Department,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Zeros,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boredoms,
Rotary Connection,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ken Boothe,
Ultravox,
Sister Nancy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radio Birdman,
This Heat,
The J.B.'s,
Massinfluence,
June Days,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scratch Acid,
The Offenders,
Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
cv313,
Bobby Womack,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wolf Eyes,
Sex Pistols,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Bourne,
the Slits,
Skaos,
Gong,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Foxx,
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Machine,
John Holt,
Von Mondo,
DJ Sneak,
FM Einheit,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.