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 Vanuatu and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Eric B and Rakim to the jazz 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radio Birdman,
China Crisis,
Hashim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Remains,
This Heat,
FM Einheit,
Babytalk,
Minny Pops,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Red Krayola,
Smog,
Marvin Gaye,
Colin Newman,
Royal Trux,
Black Bananas,
Byron Stingily,
The Vogues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-102,
The Count Five,
Jeff Mills,
Nils Olav,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mission of Burma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gregory Isaacs,
Technova,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Byrd,
Skarface,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalann,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Lynne,
Fad Gadget,
Spandau Ballet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moebius,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smoke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bush Tetras,
Dark Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Idris Muhammad,
Wings,
Joy Division,
The Litter,
Ossler,
OOIOO,
The Modern Lovers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.