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 Macedonia and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Banda Bassotti to the punk 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Funky Four + One,
Public Enemy,
Babytalk,
Gang Green,
Sex Pistols,
Skriet,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Starr,
Scratch Acid,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Dolphy,
Ice-T,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monks,
Lyres,
T. Rex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Royal Trux,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alison Limerick,
Brothers Johnson,
Maleditus Sound,
Tomorrow,
The Associates,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Severed Heads,
Ornette Coleman,
Hashim,
Neu!,
The Grass Roots,
Outsiders,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronnie Foster,
Audionom,
Fear,
Essential Logic,
Soft Machine,
Trumans Water,
Black Moon,
The Five Americans,
The Human League,
Cal Tjader,
Underground Resistance,
Bang On A Can,
Cybotron,
The Leaves,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Con Funk Shun,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Evens,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Searchers,
Fatback Band,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.