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 Bahamas and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Faust 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Anakelly,
Marc Almond,
Mark Hollis,
Wasted Youth,
The Smoke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drexciya,
The Move,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angry Samoans,
Donald Byrd,
John Holt,
Hashim,
The Mummies,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roger Hodgson,
The Birthday Party,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gastr Del Sol,
Intrusion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül,
X-Ray Spex,
The Skatalites,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agent Orange,
Icehouse,
The Evens,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Sherman,
Ludus,
Goldenarms,
Make Up,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crime,
Kas Product,
Agitation Free,
Jandek,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bob Dylan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül II,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed,
Mad Mike,
Royal Trux,
the Normal,
Qualms,
Wings,
Von Mondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.