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 Latvia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Camberwell Now to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rotary Connection,
Pantytec,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy Collins,
Bronski Beat,
The Invisible,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Leonard Cohen,
Darondo,
Marmalade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Index,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Image Ltd.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Victims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-102,
Pagans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T.S.O.L.,
Boz Scaggs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yazoo,
Brass Construction,
Brothers Johnson,
The Five Americans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Section 25,
Piero Umiliani,
The Trojans,
Barry Ungar,
Zapp,
Bobby Womack,
Kenny Larkin,
Dawn Penn,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boredoms,
New York Dolls,
Slick Rick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
Moss Icon,
Gichy Dan,
Make Up,
CMW,
Talk Talk,
Clear Light,
The Star Department,
Smog,
H. Thieme,
Freddie Wadling,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.