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 Denmark and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Girls At Our Best!,
Young Marble Giants,
Ice-T,
Man Parrish,
CMW,
Lyres,
June Days,
Duran Duran,
The Tremeloes,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gories,
The Raincoats,
Deakin,
Tres Demented,
The Index,
Basic Channel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
Slave,
Eve St. Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
The Invisible,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Circle Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
Tommy Roe,
Erykah Badu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reuben Wilson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moleskins,
Funkadelic,
The Fugs,
Tom Boy,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mad Mike,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eddi Front,
Spandau Ballet,
Soulsonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
Clear Light,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-102,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Patti Smith,
Harmonia,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liliput,
Toni Rubio,
Pet Shop Boys,
D'Angelo,
Arcadia,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.