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 China and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Model 500 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Judy Mowatt,
Audionom,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiohead,
The Kinks,
Pylon,
Main Source,
The Invisible,
Desert Stars,
The Motions,
Sixth Finger,
The Raincoats,
This Heat,
Das Ding,
Underground Resistance,
Spandau Ballet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stereo Dub,
Bronski Beat,
T. Rex,
The Angels of Light,
Rites of Spring,
Pharoah Sanders,
Banda Bassotti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Porter Ricks,
Davy DMX,
ABC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Symarip,
Bad Manners,
Gabor Szabo,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cheater Slicks,
The Electric Prunes,
Pole,
Bobby Womack,
Janne Schatter,
Marine Girls,
The Searchers,
James White and The Blacks,
Hashim,
X-Ray Spex,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Terry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doobie Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ossler,
Duran Duran,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.