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 San Marino and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 ABC to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Susan Cadogan,
Ponytail,
Mantronix,
The Knickerbockers,
the Germs,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Halsall,
The Selecter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Buckinghams,
Laurel Aitken,
David McCallum,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bluetip,
The Tremeloes,
The Real Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Altered Images,
Sex Pistols,
Harry Pussy,
Erykah Badu,
Monolake,
Vainqueur,
Patti Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jawbox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
Fat Boys,
Fela Kuti,
The Slackers,
Bobby Byrd,
Lakeside,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Funky Four + One,
Pantytec,
Icehouse,
Colin Newman,
Eurythmics,
Tim Buckley,
Visage,
Aloha Tigers,
Dawn Penn,
The Divine Comedy,
Scion,
Kayak,
Scrapy,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Starr,
Reagan Youth,
Bauhaus,
The Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.