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 Lagos.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Faraquet to the crunk 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funkadelic,
Joy Division,
Stetsasonic,
Goldenarms,
The Skatalites,
T. Rex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lindisfarne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skarface,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thompson Twins,
Pulsallama,
Prince Buster,
Circle Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy Collins,
June of 44,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantytec,
Rufus Thomas,
PIL,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed,
Flamin' Groovies,
Buzzcocks,
Dual Sessions,
Tommy Roe,
Section 25,
Scrapy,
Gastr Del Sol,
L. Decosne,
The Modern Lovers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marmalade,
The Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Toni Rubio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Franke,
Bobby Sherman,
JFA,
Sonic Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Halsall,
Banda Bassotti,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Bourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick May,
The Busters,
Rekid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crooked Eye,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.