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 Benin and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 The Detroit Cobras to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June Days,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxette,
Yaz,
Flipper,
Marine Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Accadde A,
Ituana,
Godley & Creme,
Cheater Slicks,
H. Thieme,
the Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
Junior Murvin,
Quantec,
The Gladiators,
Excepter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Max Romeo,
PIL,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shoche,
Eurythmics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sugar Minott,
Bill Wells,
Tim Buckley,
Delta 5,
CMW,
Kerri Chandler,
the Human League,
The American Breed,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Gang Dance,
L. Decosne,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Toasters,
Joe Finger,
Newcleus,
The Victims,
Robert Görl,
the Normal,
Livin' Joy,
The Angels of Light,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deakin,
Joey Negro,
The Star Department,
Johnny Clarke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Happenings,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronan,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.