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 Togo and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Talk Talk 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crooked Eye,
The Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mummies,
Kool Moe Dee,
Duran Duran,
The Count Five,
Matthew Bourne,
John Foxx,
The Blues Magoos,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronan,
The Doors,
Amazonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harry Pussy,
Alphaville,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magazine,
Lakeside,
Junior Murvin,
John Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wire,
Nirvana,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wasted Youth,
The Moleskins,
The Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
DNA,
The Monks,
Pantytec,
Excepter,
Spandau Ballet,
Arcadia,
The Last Poets,
Joey Negro,
Pussy Galore,
Arab on Radar,
Ohio Players,
Los Fastidios,
The Gap Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Trumans Water,
Gang Starr,
Donny Hathaway,
Siglo XX,
The United States of America,
Jeff Lynne,
ABBA,
Henry Cow,
LL Cool J,
Mark Hollis,
Bluetip,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.