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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Television to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Divine Comedy,
Agitation Free,
Fluxion,
The Barracudas,
Rites of Spring,
The Velvet Underground,
Deepchord,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spoonie Gee,
Quando Quango,
Royal Trux,
Can,
Public Enemy,
The Index,
Rod Modell,
The Real Kids,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
JFA,
Agent Orange,
Robert Wyatt,
David Bowie,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantaleimon,
Eurythmics,
Dark Day,
The Gories,
Slick Rick,
Byron Stingily,
Silicon Teens,
Arcadia,
The Vogues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Hood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABC,
New Age Steppers,
Sun City Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Black Moon,
Mark Hollis,
Carl Craig,
Faust,
Siglo XX,
Anakelly,
Yusef Lateef,
Tubeway Army,
Interpol,
The Happenings,
Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
Easy Going,
Charles Mingus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Moby Grape,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sixth Finger,
Franke,
Basic Channel,
Q65,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.