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 Nigeria and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Silicon Teens,
Dual Sessions,
Warren Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Don Cherry,
Aloha Tigers,
Audionom,
Tres Demented,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mandrill,
D'Angelo,
the Sonics,
Flipper,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Lynne,
Rekid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Delta 5,
Schoolly D,
Quando Quango,
Saccharine Trust,
Susan Cadogan,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
FM Einheit,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sarah Menescal,
Quantec,
Make Up,
Hardrive,
OOIOO,
These Immortal Souls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
Roger Hodgson,
Malaria!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Model 500,
Tom Boy,
Porter Ricks,
Judy Mowatt,
Michelle Simonal,
Guru Guru,
The Gun Club,
Altered Images,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lyres,
Angry Samoans,
Monks,
Nirvana,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Wells,
The Searchers,
Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.