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 Saudi Arabia and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Niagra to the rock 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The Electric Prunes,
AZ,
The Leaves,
Blake Baxter,
Subhumans,
The Fall,
Barry Ungar,
Hardrive,
Easy Going,
Oneida,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alison Limerick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MDC,
Wings,
Organ,
Nik Kershaw,
Magma,
Theoretical Girls,
Fatback Band,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fat Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Buzzcocks,
Maurizio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skriet,
The Martian,
Derrick May,
Babytalk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scion,
Hashim,
The Star Department,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Malaria!,
the Normal,
Harry Pussy,
Mantronix,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Audionom,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Altered Images,
Joey Negro,
Black Pus,
Chrome,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonic Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monochrome Set,
Mr. Review,
This Heat,
the Association,
Lalann,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.