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 Comoros and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Colin Newman to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
KRS-One,
Arcadia,
The Pop Group,
Ituana,
Bluetip,
Ultra Naté,
The Wake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Motions,
Lightning Bolt,
Pierre Henry,
Funkadelic,
Cymande,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dawn Penn,
Sugar Minott,
Flash Fearless,
June of 44,
The Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Thompson Twins,
Q and Not U,
The Blues Magoos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick May,
Lucky Dragons,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Bananas,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warsaw,
Scrapy,
Agitation Free,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul II Soul,
Little Man,
The Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visage,
Darondo,
Animal Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dead C,
Mantronix,
kango's stein massive,
Audionom,
ABBA,
Von Mondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Smog,
Brass Construction,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
EPMD,
The Zeros,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ohio Players,
Fela Kuti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boredoms,
Black Pus,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.