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 Kazakhstan and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Judy Mowatt to the grime 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bob Dylan,
The Moody Blues,
Scion,
Steve Hackett,
Fad Gadget,
Easy Going,
Nirvana,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gun Club,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anakelly,
Alton Ellis,
Flipper,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skriet,
the Human League,
Roger Hodgson,
The Wake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
F. McDonald,
Oneida,
Youth Brigade,
The Techniques,
Model 500,
Yusef Lateef,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Hood,
The Vogues,
Eden Ahbez,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Copeland,
Bauhaus,
The Five Americans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Von Mondo,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeff Mills,
The Blues Magoos,
UT,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Birthday Party,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eddi Front,
The Human League,
The Leaves,
Rites of Spring,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yaz,
Liliput,
MC5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.