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 Mali and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the rap 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
Boogie Down Productions,
Supertramp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pylon,
Thee Headcoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
This Heat,
Ronnie Foster,
Zero Boys,
The Skatalites,
The Divine Comedy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gun Club,
Television,
Youth Brigade,
Dawn Penn,
The Motions,
Peter & Gordon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Babytalk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Fraelich,
Althea and Donna,
Wire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Wake,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare,
The New Christs,
Gabor Szabo,
Rapeman,
The Busters,
Quadrant,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
48th St. Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doors,
Maurizio,
Slick Rick,
Stereo Dub,
Ossler,
Shuggie Otis,
Rites of Spring,
Josef K,
Monks,
Ludus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blake Baxter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Colin Newman,
Easy Going,
The Trojans,
Sandy B,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.