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 Namibia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Swell Maps to the punk 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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Public Enemy,
Howard Jones,
The Fuzztones,
The Young Rascals,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siglo XX,
Chrome,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nirvana,
Zero Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Dolphy,
Hot Snakes,
Sandy B,
Funkadelic,
Roxy Music,
Marmalade,
Slick Rick,
Pere Ubu,
Deepchord,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Litter,
Alison Limerick,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gories,
Gang Starr,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brand Nubian,
LL Cool J,
Tom Boy,
the Bar-Kays,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang of Four,
Wolf Eyes,
Yusef Lateef,
Brothers Johnson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zapp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Graham Central Station,
Rod Modell,
Depeche Mode,
Donny Hathaway,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shoche,
Talk Talk,
Bill Wells,
Alphaville,
Flash Fearless,
The Moleskins,
Piero Umiliani,
Susan Cadogan,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.