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 Sudan and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Schoolly D to the jazz 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dead C,
The Golliwogs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Das Ding,
Outsiders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Infiniti,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris & Cosey,
Aswad,
Ohio Players,
The Doors,
Technova,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bluetip,
PIL,
Peter and Kerry,
The Busters,
Marine Girls,
Fluxion,
New Age Steppers,
Oneida,
Rod Modell,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
The Black Dice,
This Heat,
The Monochrome Set,
Pole,
Can,
a-ha,
The Tremeloes,
Dual Sessions,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
F. McDonald,
The Count Five,
MDC,
The Moody Blues,
Davy DMX,
Gang of Four,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moss Icon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mr. Review,
Ultimate Spinach,
Godley & Creme,
Mantronix,
Iggy Pop,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Zeros,
Jacob Miller,
Drexciya,
JFA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.