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 Burundi and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Maleditus Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Severed Heads,
Aural Exciters,
Average White Band,
Letta Mbulu,
CMW,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantaleimon,
China Crisis,
Procol Harum,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ossler,
Man Parrish,
Minor Threat,
Black Bananas,
Deadbeat,
Circle Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q65,
The American Breed,
Rod Modell,
Mandrill,
U.S. Maple,
Little Man,
Maurizio,
Sex Pistols,
Sarah Menescal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wasted Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Hardrive,
Soft Cell,
Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Talk Talk,
Surgeon,
Franke,
Barrington Levy,
David Bowie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ten City,
Laurel Aitken,
Piero Umiliani,
Janne Schatter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sound Behaviour,
Slick Rick,
Brass Construction,
Scratch Acid,
Patti Smith,
Ludus,
Ituana,
Marshall Jefferson,
Freddie Wadling,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.