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 Estonia and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the dance 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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Severed Heads,
Joy Division,
These Immortal Souls,
Cymande,
Tommy Roe,
Tubeway Army,
Easy Going,
Dawn Penn,
Barry Ungar,
Index,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Massinfluence,
Sandy B,
Royal Trux,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Christie,
The Associates,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Remains,
Flash Fearless,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Byron Stingily,
Loose Ends,
Scratch Acid,
Boredoms,
Masters at Work,
Patti Smith,
Hashim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Intrusion,
Al Stewart,
Surgeon,
Fear,
Con Funk Shun,
Kurtis Blow,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Litter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Clarke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Stooges,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suicide,
La Düsseldorf,
Inner City,
Icehouse,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Raincoats,
Lightning Bolt,
Camberwell Now,
Kevin Saunderson,
Circle Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Style,
Derrick May,
Pere Ubu,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.