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 Brazil and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Underground Resistance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Mills,
Hasil Adkins,
L. Decosne,
48th St. Collective,
Jacques Brel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Brass Construction,
Connie Case,
B.T. Express,
Y Pants,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Normal,
Jandek,
World's Most,
The Mummies,
Johnny Osbourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxy Music,
Eden Ahbez,
The Barracudas,
Royal Trux,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Don Cherry,
Buzzcocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lyres,
Bauhaus,
Kerri Chandler,
Flipper,
Joe Finger,
Juan Atkins,
T. Rex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Silicon Teens,
Black Moon,
Q and Not U,
Brand Nubian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sixth Finger,
Wasted Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liliput,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Slits,
Make Up,
Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Halsall,
Sex Pistols,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young,
Tim Buckley,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.