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 Guinea and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Flipper to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Babytalk,
Trumans Water,
Agent Orange,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronnie Foster,
Hashim,
John Foxx,
Swans,
the Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ossler,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young,
Talk Talk,
The Blues Magoos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Heaven 17,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nils Olav,
The Shadows of Knight,
Urselle,
The Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Patti Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warsaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oblivians,
kango's stein massive,
Animal Collective,
Second Layer,
John Lydon,
Mantronix,
The Trojans,
Morten Harket,
Gang of Four,
The Saints,
Avey Tare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arcadia,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacques Brel,
Mission of Burma,
Bronski Beat,
June Days,
The Blackbyrds,
Yaz,
Dave Gahan,
Yazoo,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Count Five,
Hot Snakes,
Tommy Roe,
Blancmange,
Shoche,
Minor Threat,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.