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 Nicaragua and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Axelrod,
Slick Rick,
the Association,
Nils Olav,
Gang Starr,
Excepter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang On A Can,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Martian,
Patti Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Scrapy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mummies,
Peter & Gordon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Average White Band,
New Age Steppers,
Nik Kershaw,
Mo-Dettes,
Duran Duran,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deepchord,
The American Breed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Enemy,
ABC,
kango's stein massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Second Layer,
Gichy Dan,
The Pop Group,
Hashim,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
Malaria!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monks,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers,
the Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moody Blues,
Mandrill,
The Busters,
Blake Baxter,
Ponytail,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
a-ha,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Josef K,
Ultimate Spinach,
Connie Case,
Freddie Wadling,
Drive Like Jehu,
Model 500,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.