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 Botswana and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Altered Images,
Inner City,
the Normal,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Bowie,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
The Zeros,
Siglo XX,
Malaria!,
Kas Product,
Goldenarms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fatback Band,
The Stooges,
Lyres,
Royal Trux,
The Blues Magoos,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Star Department,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Association,
Deepchord,
The Monks,
Archie Shepp,
Pierre Henry,
The Black Dice,
Los Fastidios,
Interpol,
Wolf Eyes,
Icehouse,
MC5,
Don Cherry,
Tubeway Army,
Wally Richardson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grauzone,
Glenn Branca,
Suburban Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxette,
Sandy B,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Mills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Second Layer,
Robert Wyatt,
Bush Tetras,
Prince Buster,
Ultimate Spinach,
L. Decosne,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.