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 Korea South and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage 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 Sam Rivers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Swell Maps,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dave Gahan,
Yellowson,
Absolute Body Control,
Porter Ricks,
Whodini,
Don Cherry,
The Durutti Column,
Vladislav Delay,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sonics,
Drexciya,
The Kinks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Toasters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Pop Group,
Toni Rubio,
Das Ding,
Heaven 17,
Barry Ungar,
David Bowie,
Grey Daturas,
Rosa Yemen,
Godley & Creme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delta 5,
Tomorrow,
Brick,
Simply Red,
LL Cool J,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
Circle Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Depeche Mode,
The Doobie Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Procol Harum,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Copeland,
The Grass Roots,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Darondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-Ray Spex,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MC5,
Ossler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.