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 Tonga and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Camberwell Now to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donald Byrd,
The Offenders,
Fear,
Barbara Tucker,
Rufus Thomas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Michelle Simonal,
10cc,
Trumans Water,
Infiniti,
Barrington Levy,
Susan Cadogan,
Isaac Hayes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Mills,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rod Modell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
World's Most,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suicide,
Hoover,
Alison Limerick,
Arab on Radar,
Yusef Lateef,
Alice Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ohio Players,
Spoonie Gee,
Patti Smith,
Average White Band,
The Pop Group,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Severed Heads,
Byron Stingily,
The Velvet Underground,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visage,
Lyres,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Moon,
The Five Americans,
The Misunderstood,
The Names,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Style,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vainqueur,
The Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Invisible,
Guru Guru,
Simply Red,
The Tremeloes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.