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 Argentina and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 David Bowie to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
The Slackers,
Brick,
Albert Ayler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Wyatt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun City Girls,
The Vogues,
Anakelly,
Wally Richardson,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Real Kids,
LL Cool J,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fat Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonic Youth,
Junior Murvin,
FM Einheit,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Mills,
MDC,
The Raincoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Morten Harket,
Organ,
X-101,
Bob Dylan,
Chrome,
Jerry's Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sister Nancy,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
cv313,
Magazine,
Mad Mike,
Shoche,
Pharoah Sanders,
Das Ding,
Supertramp,
The Pop Group,
Marmalade,
The Happenings,
Black Moon,
David McCallum,
Godley & Creme,
Hoover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Halsall,
Eden Ahbez,
Make Up,
Brothers Johnson,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.