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 Gambia and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Gabor Szabo to the rap 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mars,
Hot Snakes,
Flipper,
Bronski Beat,
The Gladiators,
Pole,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Flesh Eaters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Zeros,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul II Soul,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Desert Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cramps,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed,
Isaac Hayes,
Ten City,
Silicon Teens,
Au Pairs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aswad,
Basic Channel,
Camberwell Now,
These Immortal Souls,
Bizarre Inc.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
La Düsseldorf,
Goldenarms,
Zapp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spandau Ballet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aloha Tigers,
Camouflage,
Letta Mbulu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Clear Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Move,
Bobby Womack,
The Barracudas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brothers Johnson,
Main Source,
Royal Trux,
The Sound,
Easy Going,
Quando Quango,
The Smiths,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Fraelich,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.