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 Pakistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
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 arpeggiator 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 Altered Images to the grime 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barry Ungar,
The Monochrome Set,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Certain Ratio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Audionom,
Hoover,
Fluxion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dennis Brown,
Mark Hollis,
The Human League,
The Black Dice,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sugar Minott,
MDC,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Lynne,
Basic Channel,
Interpol,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Schoolly D,
ABC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Adolescents,
The Fall,
The Saints,
Lalann,
Ice-T,
Maurizio,
Cybotron,
Marmalade,
X-102,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Starr,
The Evens,
Moebius,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fat Boys,
Ludus,
Byron Stingily,
Tom Boy,
Idris Muhammad,
Groovy Waters,
Bluetip,
The Golliwogs,
T.S.O.L.,
In Retrospect,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masters at Work,
Prince Buster,
The Busters,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.