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 Bhutan and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
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 clarinet 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Goldenarms,
Warsaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dark Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monochrome Set,
Severed Heads,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dawn Penn,
The Move,
Zero Boys,
The Gladiators,
Wasted Youth,
The Smiths,
The Knickerbockers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mojo Men,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q and Not U,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Certain Ratio,
Drexciya,
Lyres,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Saints,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cluster,
Tommy Roe,
Junior Murvin,
The Fortunes,
Babytalk,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Infiniti,
Agent Orange,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Residents,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Görl,
The New Christs,
Tres Demented,
Joey Negro,
The Martian,
The Modern Lovers,
Arthur Verocai,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Litter,
Procol Harum,
Tears for Fears,
Desert Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gap Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
These Immortal Souls,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.