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 Armenia 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marmalade to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grauzone,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxette,
Ronan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arab on Radar,
Quadrant,
Gang Starr,
Morten Harket,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Magazine,
Swans,
ABC,
Zapp,
Bill Near,
X-102,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Machine,
X-101,
Faust,
Cecil Taylor,
Popol Vuh,
The Birthday Party,
The Gladiators,
Zero Boys,
Index,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Susan Cadogan,
X-Ray Spex,
the Swans,
Mandrill,
The Names,
The Selecter,
Howard Jones,
Barrington Levy,
Cymande,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Lydon,
Fad Gadget,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bluetip,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Standells,
Ken Boothe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Young Rascals,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare,
Alison Limerick,
Rapeman,
Yusef Lateef,
The Durutti Column,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.