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 Libya and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface 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?
Dennis Brown,
Television Personalities,
Hasil Adkins,
Graham Central Station,
Flash Fearless,
Rosa Yemen,
Underground Resistance,
Y Pants,
Minnie Riperton,
The Martian,
Con Funk Shun,
Fat Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Mandrill,
Stereo Dub,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Germs,
X-102,
Ronan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Howard Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sight & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
The Five Americans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
JFA,
Duran Duran,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Durutti Column,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Sandy B,
Nirvana,
Donald Byrd,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Qualms,
Ohio Players,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Busters,
Alison Limerick,
Public Enemy,
Country Teasers,
The Real Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Metal Thangz,
Pylon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Supertramp,
Cheater Slicks,
David Axelrod,
10cc,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Colin Newman,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Pus,
Dave Gahan,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.