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 Azerbaijan and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 UT to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Basic Channel,
Absolute Body Control,
Suicide,
The Pretty Things,
LL Cool J,
Wally Richardson,
Half Japanese,
Reuben Wilson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gories,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Surgeon,
The Residents,
Piero Umiliani,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moss Icon,
The Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thee Headcoats,
Youth Brigade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Section 25,
Henry Cow,
H. Thieme,
Eden Ahbez,
Suburban Knight,
John Lydon,
Graham Central Station,
Delta 5,
The Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang On A Can,
Ronan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronnie Foster,
Y Pants,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Remains,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun City Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The United States of America,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amazonics,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Görl,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Mills,
Iggy Pop,
The Moody Blues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Wyatt,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.