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 Rwanda and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
8 Eyed Spy,
Whodini,
Terrestrial Tones,
Excepter,
Ultravox,
Joyce Sims,
AZ,
China Crisis,
John Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Janne Schatter,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed,
Index,
The Neon Judgement,
the Human League,
Jeff Mills,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hashim,
The Martian,
Rekid,
Loose Ends,
Vainqueur,
The Searchers,
Gang Green,
The Beau Brummels,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Essential Logic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Interpol,
Roger Hodgson,
Swell Maps,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Christie,
James White and The Blacks,
The Skatalites,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Standells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kaleidoscope,
Davy DMX,
Surgeon,
Moby Grape,
Suburban Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott Heron,
Average White Band,
Pulsallama,
Man Parrish,
Q65,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Hill,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.