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 Guinea-Bissau and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Thee Headcoats to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The Move,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chrome,
Kerri Chandler,
Excepter,
Tears for Fears,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Bowie,
Ultravox,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Martian,
Jacob Miller,
Hasil Adkins,
Kayak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Metal Thangz,
E-Dancer,
John Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick May,
Prince Buster,
The Index,
Stereo Dub,
Scientists,
The Wake,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Average White Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Rundgren,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flipper,
Blossom Toes,
Severed Heads,
Kaleidoscope,
Rites of Spring,
Country Teasers,
a-ha,
Lyres,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monochrome Set,
D'Angelo,
Todd Terry,
Deadbeat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang On A Can,
X-102,
Kurtis Blow,
Ice-T,
Unrelated Segments,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül II,
AZ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantytec,
Clear Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
Fugazi,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.