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 Malawi and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rosa Yemen to the grime 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
The Associates,
Bob Dylan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Real Kids,
Ultra Naté,
Index,
Thee Headcoats,
Janne Schatter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Idris Muhammad,
Harmonia,
EPMD,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marine Girls,
The Monks,
kango's stein massive,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Traffic Nightmare,
L. Decosne,
the Human League,
Steve Hackett,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cure,
Yazoo,
Cheater Slicks,
Dark Day,
DNA,
Godley & Creme,
The Evens,
Audionom,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Raincoats,
The Music Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joyce Sims,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lyres,
X-Ray Spex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camouflage,
Suicide,
ABC,
Aaron Thompson,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Buckinghams,
Dennis Brown,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faust,
Zero Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Babytalk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.