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 Cape Verde and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Matthew Halsall to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sällskapet,
Zapp,
Spandau Ballet,
Moby Grape,
Dawn Penn,
Nas,
Blake Baxter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-Ray Spex,
The Skatalites,
Pierre Henry,
Sight & Sound,
The Trojans,
Monks,
Fugazi,
Niagra,
The Slackers,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Motions,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smiths,
Josef K,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
Young Marble Giants,
Youth Brigade,
Q and Not U,
Iggy Pop,
Dead Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cluster,
Jeff Lynne,
Funkadelic,
Eurythmics,
LL Cool J,
Anakelly,
The Mojo Men,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joy Division,
Neu!,
The Fuzztones,
Glenn Branca,
Alphaville,
Interpol,
Fear,
Scott Walker,
Trumans Water,
Supertramp,
Black Pus,
Soft Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Patti Smith,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.