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 Czech Republic and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grime 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Residents,
Monks,
Jacques Brel,
Davy DMX,
Pylon,
Lyres,
The Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agitation Free,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aswad,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Isaac Hayes,
The United States of America,
Echospace,
The Kinks,
Judy Mowatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joy Division,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
This Heat,
Section 25,
Gang of Four,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Hill,
K-Klass,
The Happenings,
the Germs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dark Day,
Minutemen,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra,
Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
Byron Stingily,
Tres Demented,
Buzzcocks,
Nils Olav,
The Five Americans,
David McCallum,
Marvin Gaye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lindisfarne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Japan,
The Wake,
Visage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vainqueur,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dead C,
The Slackers,
The Stooges,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.