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 Honduras and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pantytec to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Dual Sessions,
the Soft Cell,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gap Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Young Marble Giants,
Zero Boys,
John Holt,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker,
Max Romeo,
The Young Rascals,
Blossom Toes,
Gichy Dan,
Au Pairs,
Alton Ellis,
Deadbeat,
New Age Steppers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
Mad Mike,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerrie Biddell,
Franke,
Pagans,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Green,
Darondo,
Camberwell Now,
The Barracudas,
Babytalk,
Von Mondo,
Erasure,
Albert Ayler,
The Happenings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott Heron,
a-ha,
B.T. Express,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rakim,
The Doors,
Vainqueur,
Surgeon,
The Kinks,
Althea and Donna,
Metal Thangz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
L. Decosne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Underground Resistance,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.