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 Portugal and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Theoretical Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Section 25,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skaos,
B.T. Express,
Monks,
Jeff Mills,
the Association,
Andrew Hill,
The Sonics,
Deepchord,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pagans,
Robert Hood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sister Nancy,
Livin' Joy,
Agent Orange,
Hashim,
R.M.O.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dorothy Ashby,
Trumans Water,
X-Ray Spex,
Danielle Patucci,
Chris Corsano,
The Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grandmaster Flash,
Popol Vuh,
John Lydon,
James White and The Blacks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mark Hollis,
Leonard Cohen,
The Saints,
Tommy Roe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Clarke,
New York Dolls,
The Divine Comedy,
the Slits,
Eurythmics,
Robert Wyatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boredoms,
Essential Logic,
Clear Light,
Brick,
Visage,
Franke,
The Pretty Things,
Morten Harket,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.