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 Eritrea and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Maurizio to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Davy DMX,
Tears for Fears,
The Golliwogs,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slackers,
Joyce Sims,
Dennis Brown,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pole,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television Personalities,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rotary Connection,
Rufus Thomas,
Althea and Donna,
The Moleskins,
Alison Limerick,
the Association,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed,
Marmalade,
Robert Hood,
The Grass Roots,
Jacques Brel,
kango's stein massive,
Sugar Minott,
Yazoo,
The Gap Band,
Suburban Knight,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oneida,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Halsall,
Rosa Yemen,
Angry Samoans,
Franke,
Audionom,
The Pretty Things,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dave Gahan,
Kurtis Blow,
the Normal,
Barbara Tucker,
Technova,
Swell Maps,
Banda Bassotti,
Max Romeo,
T. Rex,
New Order,
Nas,
The Raincoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aswad,
Kas Product,
Scan 7,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.