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 Vanuatu and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Pylon to the grime 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Ten City,
The Fall,
Kurtis Blow,
Smog,
Skarface,
Ponytail,
Colin Newman,
Hashim,
Theoretical Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Sandy B,
Joy Division,
Cymande,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Halsall,
The Selecter,
Los Fastidios,
New Age Steppers,
X-101,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash,
Accadde A,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pagans,
Stiv Bators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magazine,
The Velvet Underground,
Barclay James Harvest,
PIL,
Radio Birdman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABC,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Almond,
Gabor Szabo,
MDC,
John Holt,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Al Stewart,
Public Enemy,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Parry Music,
Terry Callier,
Mo-Dettes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Style,
Black Flag,
Urselle,
Skriet,
The Victims,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.