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 Mali and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Rufus Thomas to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Talk Talk,
The Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rekid,
Alton Ellis,
Radiohead,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül II,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brass Construction,
Skriet,
T. Rex,
Soft Cell,
The Doors,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Black Dice,
Model 500,
Animal Collective,
Flash Fearless,
Harmonia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Bourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
David McCallum,
Johnny Clarke,
Magazine,
Lyres,
World's Most,
Altered Images,
The Misunderstood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
10cc,
The Fortunes,
Warsaw,
Monks,
Bronski Beat,
Metal Thangz,
Negative Approach,
Leonard Cohen,
John Cale,
June of 44,
Slave,
Gang Starr,
Ossler,
Ultra Naté,
LL Cool J,
Eden Ahbez,
Minor Threat,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.