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 Congo and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Au Pairs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
John Lydon,
Henry Cow,
The Birthday Party,
Goldenarms,
Q and Not U,
Crime,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pretty Things,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yaz,
Duran Duran,
Loose Ends,
Soft Machine,
The Star Department,
Blancmange,
Gichy Dan,
Bronski Beat,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Sneak,
CMW,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed,
Sällskapet,
Derrick May,
The Moleskins,
JFA,
Nico,
The Dead C,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thee Headcoats,
Jawbox,
Unrelated Segments,
Neu!,
Television,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Terry,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sandy B,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tommy Roe,
Silicon Teens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Whodini,
MC5,
Lucky Dragons,
Malaria!,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glenn Branca,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Saints,
Scientists,
Pantytec,
Letta Mbulu,
Mary Jane Girls,
China Crisis,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.