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 Bahamas and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Agent Orange to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Terry Callier,
Ultra Naté,
Prince Buster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Michelle Simonal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skaos,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alton Ellis,
The Leaves,
Dead Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Erykah Badu,
Toni Rubio,
Eddi Front,
Nik Kershaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Human League,
The Gun Club,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joy Division,
Sällskapet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bush Tetras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Blake Baxter,
The Young Rascals,
UT,
The Selecter,
The Move,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Order,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Junior Murvin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Supertramp,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
Arab on Radar,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra,
Brick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Bananas,
Monolake,
The Blackbyrds,
D'Angelo,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
Nico,
Dark Day,
The Busters,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.