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 Tanzania and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Johnny Osbourne to the jazz 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
The Motions,
Altered Images,
The Saints,
a-ha,
The Remains,
Section 25,
The Selecter,
Thompson Twins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Audionom,
Ken Boothe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lakeside,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hashim,
D'Angelo,
Cal Tjader,
The Martian,
Bill Wells,
The Grass Roots,
Marshall Jefferson,
Inner City,
The Sonics,
The Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Brand Nubian,
The Cure,
Rosa Yemen,
Livin' Joy,
FM Einheit,
The Gun Club,
Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Surgeon,
Hardrive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Stooges,
Barry Ungar,
The Skatalites,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Move,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marine Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Human League,
Porter Ricks,
Delta 5,
Wings,
Glenn Branca,
Zero Boys,
Nico,
F. McDonald,
The Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalann,
Outsiders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.