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 Lucia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Harmonia to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
June of 44,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Star Department,
Black Bananas,
The Slits,
The Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Aloha Tigers,
Monolake,
Dark Day,
In Retrospect,
Surgeon,
Iggy Pop,
The Searchers,
The Gun Club,
Al Stewart,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Motions,
Sun City Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Walker Brothers,
Niagra,
Black Pus,
The Misunderstood,
Blossom Toes,
Alice Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Smooth,
Ponytail,
Arab on Radar,
The Wake,
The Mummies,
Fluxion,
Absolute Body Control,
The Kinks,
Average White Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unrelated Segments,
H. Thieme,
Sparks,
Joyce Sims,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Womack,
The American Breed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ice-T,
Toni Rubio,
Popol Vuh,
Lalo Schifrin,
KRS-One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Supertramp,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.