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 Bahrain and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Human League to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Outsiders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Massinfluence,
The Barracudas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Underground Resistance,
Saccharine Trust,
Bush Tetras,
The Young Rascals,
Sexual Harrassment,
OOIOO,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Association,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monochrome Set,
Khruangbin,
Royal Trux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fall,
Zero Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Janne Schatter,
La Düsseldorf,
Dorothy Ashby,
Goldenarms,
Shuggie Otis,
Ornette Coleman,
Tommy Roe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Inner City,
H. Thieme,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
T. Rex,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blues Magoos,
The Birthday Party,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Desert Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Excepter,
Stiv Bators,
Los Fastidios,
Quadrant,
Bill Near,
ABC,
China Crisis,
The Moody Blues,
Echospace,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Guru Guru,
FM Einheit,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.