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 Moldova and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Michael McDonald 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 Marine Girls to the grime 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Jacob Miller,
The Fortunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fatback Band,
Mantronix,
Gang Starr,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Osbourne,
JFA,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Zeros,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
The Tremeloes,
Clear Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brick,
Carl Craig,
Infiniti,
K-Klass,
Au Pairs,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Happenings,
Visage,
Siglo XX,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kenny Larkin,
Henry Cow,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Wells,
the Association,
Negative Approach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Das Ding,
Maleditus Sound,
China Crisis,
Shoche,
Depeche Mode,
Pagans,
Quadrant,
Country Teasers,
Von Mondo,
The Cure,
Circle Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Hood,
Rekid,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moss Icon,
Boredoms,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.