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 Australia and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Funky Four + One to the rock 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Toni Rubio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Davy DMX,
Bronski Beat,
Alphaville,
Circle Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Offenders,
Niagra,
Rites of Spring,
Black Flag,
The Sonics,
Livin' Joy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tears for Fears,
Prince Buster,
Schoolly D,
Howard Jones,
Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
K-Klass,
Crispy Ambulance,
Monolake,
Magazine,
the Germs,
John Foxx,
The Misunderstood,
Television,
FM Einheit,
A Flock of Seagulls,
F. McDonald,
Intrusion,
Lightning Bolt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skarface,
Von Mondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Copeland,
Shuggie Otis,
Yazoo,
Audionom,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
Tom Boy,
Adolescents,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Starr,
The Divine Comedy,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dark Day,
Kenny Larkin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Smog,
Spoonie Gee,
Organ,
Agitation Free,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.