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 Malta and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Tears for Fears to the rap 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Scan 7,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grauzone,
The Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
KRS-One,
The Move,
Blancmange,
Main Source,
Schoolly D,
Loose Ends,
Sexual Harrassment,
DNA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television Personalities,
X-Ray Spex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fall,
Barrington Levy,
Little Man,
Half Japanese,
Quantec,
Whodini,
Con Funk Shun,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Josef K,
Aaron Thompson,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Evens,
Kenny Larkin,
Rites of Spring,
Gong,
China Crisis,
The Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Subhumans,
Groovy Waters,
World's Most,
The Stooges,
Quando Quango,
The Leaves,
Hasil Adkins,
Eddi Front,
Hoover,
Faust,
Young Marble Giants,
The Happenings,
Lakeside,
Radio Birdman,
The Vogues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Make Up,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angry Samoans,
Dave Gahan,
Circle Jerks,
Rapeman,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.