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 Mozambique 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the jazz 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 Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Supertramp,
Surgeon,
Minnie Riperton,
ABBA,
Agent Orange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
Minutemen,
Lightning Bolt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camberwell Now,
Black Bananas,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare,
The Velvet Underground,
Tears for Fears,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Motions,
Fear,
The Cowsills,
Sparks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Normal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Motorama,
Spoonie Gee,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mad Mike,
David McCallum,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Order,
Absolute Body Control,
Michelle Simonal,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blackbyrds,
Skaos,
Funky Four + One,
Joy Division,
The Misunderstood,
Organ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zero Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monks,
Lalann,
Grauzone,
The Red Krayola,
Judy Mowatt,
Boz Scaggs,
The Barracudas,
The Techniques,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zapp,
Erasure,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.