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 Djibouti and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Erasure to the rock 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
The Fortunes,
Surgeon,
Television Personalities,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kenny Larkin,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerrie Biddell,
Schoolly D,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker,
Crash Course in Science,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronnie Foster,
Excepter,
Eddi Front,
ABBA,
X-102,
The Smiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Germs,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Mills,
Aaron Thompson,
Kaleidoscope,
Mantronix,
Brand Nubian,
Don Cherry,
Clear Light,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lakeside,
Yaz,
John Foxx,
Isaac Hayes,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers,
The Move,
Los Fastidios,
Skaos,
Bronski Beat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Juan Atkins,
Marmalade,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultravox,
Quantec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Tremeloes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shuggie Otis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Finger,
Maurizio,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.