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 Afghanistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Dennis Brown to the grime 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-101,
The Cosmic Jokers,
8 Eyed Spy,
KRS-One,
Johnny Clarke,
Ten City,
The Monochrome Set,
The Index,
FM Einheit,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fugs,
Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blancmange,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terry Callier,
Max Romeo,
Supertramp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris Corsano,
Au Pairs,
X-102,
The Moody Blues,
Al Stewart,
Absolute Body Control,
PIL,
The Gap Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Anakelly,
These Immortal Souls,
Severed Heads,
Yusef Lateef,
Hasil Adkins,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Wyatt,
Bluetip,
48th St. Collective,
The Slackers,
cv313,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerri Chandler,
Morten Harket,
Deakin,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Henry Cow,
Eric Dolphy,
The Searchers,
Wally Richardson,
Easy Going,
Cluster,
Agitation Free,
Davy DMX,
Alton Ellis,
R.M.O.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joy Division,
Cameo,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.