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 South Africa and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fat Boys to the punk 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Japan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Germs,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Starr,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
PIL,
Minny Pops,
Scientists,
Sandy B,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tomorrow,
Country Teasers,
Basic Channel,
Pulsallama,
Marmalade,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Sherman,
The J.B.'s,
Fela Kuti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tom Boy,
Morten Harket,
Fluxion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donny Hathaway,
Theoretical Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Moss Icon,
Harmonia,
Harry Pussy,
The Vogues,
Qualms,
Barrington Levy,
The Moleskins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funky Four + One,
Crime,
Bobby Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
China Crisis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Rufus Thomas,
FM Einheit,
Jacob Miller,
Throbbing Gristle,
8 Eyed Spy,
Talk Talk,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bluetip,
Connie Case,
Erasure,
Bob Dylan,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.