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 El Salvador and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Bizarre Inc. to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
Magazine,
Tubeway Army,
Tommy Roe,
Procol Harum,
Ultra Naté,
China Crisis,
OOIOO,
Steve Hackett,
New Age Steppers,
Toni Rubio,
The Durutti Column,
Lindisfarne,
The Trojans,
Jeff Lynne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Görl,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joensuu 1685,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faraquet,
Minnie Riperton,
The Red Krayola,
Blancmange,
Suicide,
LL Cool J,
The Remains,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Womack,
James White and The Blacks,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cure,
Loose Ends,
Black Pus,
Duran Duran,
Simply Red,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crash Course in Science,
Kas Product,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Barracudas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sällskapet,
Marvin Gaye,
Warsaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
A Certain Ratio,
The Invisible,
Mission of Burma,
Moebius,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.