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 Burundi and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Susan Cadogan to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Joyce Sims,
Mr. Review,
Lalann,
The Fortunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Boredoms,
Fela Kuti,
Panda Bear,
Organ,
Jacques Brel,
Duran Duran,
Urselle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moebius,
Pagans,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Age Steppers,
Bad Manners,
Mandrill,
Isaac Hayes,
Nas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cramps,
New York Dolls,
LL Cool J,
Lower 48,
Eric Copeland,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Boogie Down Productions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Lynne,
Slick Rick,
Rekid,
MDC,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hashim,
The Slits,
kango's stein massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zapp,
ABBA,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smoke,
Japan,
Derrick May,
Gang of Four,
Black Bananas,
Thee Headcoats,
Gichy Dan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kurtis Blow,
Stetsasonic,
Bronski Beat,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.