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 Morocco and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Arab on Radar to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Popol Vuh,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Smooth,
Malaria!,
the Association,
The Mojo Men,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lungfish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Ornette Coleman,
The Buckinghams,
David McCallum,
R.M.O.,
Freddie Wadling,
Swell Maps,
Radiohead,
La Düsseldorf,
the Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Negative Approach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Carl Craig,
Franke,
ABBA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terry Callier,
The Gap Band,
Panda Bear,
The Blackbyrds,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Starr,
Black Flag,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Surgeon,
Vainqueur,
Iggy Pop,
The Star Department,
Eric Copeland,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül,
Fela Kuti,
X-102,
Rosa Yemen,
Derrick Morgan,
Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
China Crisis,
Cameo,
Ten City,
Half Japanese,
The Knickerbockers,
Easy Going,
The Walker Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.