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 Georgia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jacques Brel to the electroclash 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brass Construction,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shuggie Otis,
Monks,
Wasted Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funky Four + One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gerry Rafferty,
Easy Going,
Joe Finger,
Main Source,
Pole,
Second Layer,
Bluetip,
Excepter,
Altered Images,
Arab on Radar,
Flipper,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wolf Eyes,
Silicon Teens,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Cell,
L. Decosne,
The Residents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kurtis Blow,
Pussy Galore,
Suicide,
The Divine Comedy,
The Happenings,
Dual Sessions,
Tears for Fears,
the Swans,
Junior Murvin,
Donald Byrd,
Mad Mike,
Roxy Music,
Section 25,
Massinfluence,
Gabor Szabo,
Von Mondo,
Hoover,
The Trojans,
The Barracudas,
Ken Boothe,
Erasure,
the Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gap Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Rites of Spring,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hashim,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.