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 Tuvalu and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 10cc to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Juan Atkins,
The Stooges,
Jeff Mills,
The Selecter,
Minnie Riperton,
Minny Pops,
Blake Baxter,
CMW,
Warren Ellis,
The Mojo Men,
Iggy Pop,
Kas Product,
Matthew Halsall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nas,
Kayak,
Gong,
Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
Popol Vuh,
The Move,
Qualms,
Second Layer,
T.S.O.L.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Don Cherry,
Lyres,
Marcia Griffiths,
Audionom,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Infiniti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
H. Thieme,
Agent Orange,
China Crisis,
Flipper,
Heaven 17,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Hill,
The Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Red Krayola,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiohead,
Eddi Front,
Bizarre Inc.,
FM Einheit,
Spandau Ballet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.