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 Bahrain and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Oblivians to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Skatalites,
Laurel Aitken,
Susan Cadogan,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tom Boy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kayak,
Joey Negro,
Soft Machine,
Sällskapet,
Chris Corsano,
Pagans,
Lalann,
Motorama,
Section 25,
Rotary Connection,
Q and Not U,
Ronnie Foster,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Zapp,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Neon Judgement,
Lindisfarne,
Wolf Eyes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pole,
Oneida,
Nico,
Newcleus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Association,
Rites of Spring,
Yusef Lateef,
Marine Girls,
Severed Heads,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultravox,
Mad Mike,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gun Club,
B.T. Express,
Aaron Thompson,
Pussy Galore,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Inner City,
the Bar-Kays,
The Standells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wings,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed,
Anthony Braxton,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.