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 Ethiopia and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 The New Christs to the rap 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Max Romeo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dead Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
The Happenings,
Dawn Penn,
Dave Gahan,
Crash Course in Science,
Arthur Verocai,
The Trojans,
Blancmange,
Bad Manners,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Trumans Water,
Reuben Wilson,
Toni Rubio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker,
Babytalk,
Stereo Dub,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Byrd,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Subhumans,
Symarip,
Funky Four + One,
Skarface,
The Beau Brummels,
Slave,
The Names,
R.M.O.,
Hoover,
Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Vogues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Easy Going,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cymande,
The Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marine Girls,
The Cure,
Pere Ubu,
Joensuu 1685,
The Count Five,
Black Bananas,
The Mojo Men,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.