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 Ivory Coast and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Trojans to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Wake,
Robert Hood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
48th St. Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
a-ha,
Carl Craig,
Fat Boys,
The Mummies,
Dave Gahan,
Organ,
Matthew Halsall,
Con Funk Shun,
Sam Rivers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dennis Brown,
China Crisis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxy Music,
Trumans Water,
The Evens,
Jeff Lynne,
Lightning Bolt,
Qualms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Görl,
Procol Harum,
Lou Christie,
John Holt,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aswad,
New Order,
Rekid,
Al Stewart,
the Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tim Buckley,
Black Sheep,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monolake,
Flipper,
cv313,
Grauzone,
Sex Pistols,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donny Hathaway,
Newcleus,
Sister Nancy,
Quando Quango,
The Associates,
Johnny Clarke,
Marcia Griffiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gories,
Los Fastidios,
The Saints,
The Trojans,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.