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 Liberia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Alphaville to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lungfish,
cv313,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Duran Duran,
Model 500,
The Gap Band,
Black Sheep,
Lalann,
Rites of Spring,
Al Stewart,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camouflage,
Sandy B,
Jacob Miller,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Silicon Teens,
Idris Muhammad,
Rapeman,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick Morgan,
Eve St. Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
The American Breed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yazoo,
Amazonics,
Aural Exciters,
John Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Green,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
R.M.O.,
Ultravox,
Pulsallama,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ludus,
DJ Sneak,
The Stooges,
Bobby Byrd,
Ossler,
The Raincoats,
Davy DMX,
MDC,
Godley & Creme,
Nirvana,
Schoolly D,
Groovy Waters,
The Motions,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.