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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 The Gap Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
In Retrospect,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bob Dylan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Symarip,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sound,
Camouflage,
Mission of Burma,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yellowson,
Minor Threat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dead Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
Funky Four + One,
Depeche Mode,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blues Magoos,
F. McDonald,
Arthur Verocai,
Kaleidoscope,
Minny Pops,
The Motions,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mojo Men,
Ultra Naté,
Chrome,
The Doors,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alison Limerick,
Cameo,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Move,
Television,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marmalade,
Blossom Toes,
Soul II Soul,
Fluxion,
Joe Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
Funkadelic,
The Misunderstood,
Letta Mbulu,
Susan Cadogan,
Au Pairs,
Rotary Connection,
Wire,
The Cowsills,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.