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 Dominican Republic and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Derrick May 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Yellowson,
Joe Finger,
the Association,
Bootsy Collins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eurythmics,
Symarip,
David McCallum,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Christie,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monochrome Set,
Harmonia,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funkadelic,
Circle Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Banda Bassotti,
Desert Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jawbox,
Sex Pistols,
Girls At Our Best!,
Essential Logic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Iggy Pop,
Cluster,
Patti Smith,
CMW,
Arthur Verocai,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker,
Man Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
Blossom Toes,
Nils Olav,
Con Funk Shun,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Carl Craig,
Prince Buster,
Ronnie Foster,
The Vogues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Holt,
Goldenarms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dark Day,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Wyatt,
Jacob Miller,
David Bowie,
Model 500,
The New Christs,
The Misunderstood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxette,
Pantytec,
Dave Gahan,
Kurtis Blow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.