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 Algeria and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pet Shop Boys 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Stockholm Monsters,
Absolute Body Control,
Tom Boy,
In Retrospect,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fela Kuti,
Sam Rivers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Newcleus,
UT,
The Standells,
Stereo Dub,
Model 500,
Symarip,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deadbeat,
Masters at Work,
Cheater Slicks,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacques Brel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skriet,
Kas Product,
Faust,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marine Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Sandy B,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
Camouflage,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arab on Radar,
Alphaville,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers,
Graham Central Station,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Christie,
Darondo,
The Associates,
KRS-One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eddi Front,
Depeche Mode,
Black Bananas,
Alison Limerick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Idris Muhammad,
DNA,
Bluetip,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.