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 Bhutan and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Television Personalities 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
Cymande,
Ponytail,
Cybotron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
One Last Wish,
Excepter,
Bush Tetras,
Judy Mowatt,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
China Crisis,
The Star Department,
Saccharine Trust,
Camberwell Now,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marshall Jefferson,
Make Up,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül,
Masters at Work,
Toni Rubio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
the Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Lynne,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris & Cosey,
Slick Rick,
Ronan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mr. Review,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aloha Tigers,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sparks,
June of 44,
Chrome,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camouflage,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skarface,
Bad Manners,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Accadde A,
Kayak,
The Associates,
The Fortunes,
a-ha,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.