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 Jordan and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Magma to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pierre Henry,
10cc,
Black Pus,
LL Cool J,
Sexual Harrassment,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Main Source,
Heaven 17,
Soft Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Dawn Penn,
The Modern Lovers,
Rakim,
Black Flag,
The Kinks,
Bootsy Collins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television,
The J.B.'s,
Eddi Front,
Cameo,
The Slackers,
The Fall,
Roger Hodgson,
JFA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Searchers,
Rhythm & Sound,
a-ha,
Terry Callier,
Patti Smith,
John Holt,
Aaron Thompson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skriet,
John Lydon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Howard Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
Section 25,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Five Americans,
Brick,
Lakeside,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacques Brel,
Hoover,
Bobby Sherman,
Second Layer,
The Smoke,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang of Four,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Niagra,
Pole,
Stereo Dub,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.