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 Spain and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
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 clarinet 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 Icehouse to the rap 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Letta Mbulu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Organ,
Cal Tjader,
Malaria!,
Newcleus,
Silicon Teens,
Talk Talk,
Pet Shop Boys,
New York Dolls,
Crooked Eye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nas,
The Techniques,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sister Nancy,
the Association,
Depeche Mode,
Dark Day,
Black Bananas,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Raincoats,
Lucky Dragons,
Reuben Wilson,
Josef K,
Heaven 17,
Brand Nubian,
Scratch Acid,
The Gladiators,
Reagan Youth,
PIL,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Howard Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
Q65,
The Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Style,
The Walker Brothers,
X-102,
Outsiders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Iggy Pop,
Con Funk Shun,
The Trojans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Selecter,
T. Rex,
Gang of Four,
New Age Steppers,
Danielle Patucci,
Popol Vuh,
Byron Stingily,
The Standells,
Amazonics,
The Star Department,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.