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 Uruguay and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brass Construction to the funk 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visage,
Warsaw,
Mars,
Rakim,
Television,
Bauhaus,
Graham Central Station,
Von Mondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gabor Szabo,
U.S. Maple,
Thompson Twins,
Eve St. Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Audionom,
Nik Kershaw,
Metal Thangz,
Pantaleimon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Mills,
Section 25,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lakeside,
Michelle Simonal,
Deepchord,
Sister Nancy,
Grey Daturas,
The Saints,
D'Angelo,
Max Romeo,
Das Ding,
Wally Richardson,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Oneida,
Fatback Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Happenings,
Khruangbin,
Robert Hood,
Boz Scaggs,
Blancmange,
The Cowsills,
Soulsonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Steve Hackett,
Ludus,
Sällskapet,
The Buckinghams,
The Gun Club,
Crispian St. Peters,
Josef K,
Derrick Morgan,
The Trojans,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.