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 Turkey and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fuzztones,
kango's stein massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Byron Stingily,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lucky Dragons,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Bourne,
The Stooges,
Average White Band,
The Invisible,
Lou Christie,
Simply Red,
H. Thieme,
The Angels of Light,
Babytalk,
Cluster,
The Pretty Things,
Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DNA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brass Construction,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gladiators,
Pantytec,
Ultra Naté,
Hardrive,
Wire,
The United States of America,
The Smiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Interpol,
Amazonics,
Toni Rubio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronnie Foster,
Vainqueur,
the Swans,
Ludus,
Avey Tare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MDC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Urselle,
Shuggie Otis,
Ituana,
David Axelrod,
Shoche,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cure,
Mantronix,
Newcleus,
The Move,
Black Sheep,
Ponytail,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.