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 Ethiopia and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tears for Fears to the grunge 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
John Lydon,
Minutemen,
Sällskapet,
Joe Finger,
OOIOO,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mission of Burma,
The Selecter,
Carl Craig,
Silicon Teens,
The Five Americans,
Yazoo,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick Morgan,
Parry Music,
Flash Fearless,
Hot Snakes,
Bluetip,
The Slackers,
Idris Muhammad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q and Not U,
K-Klass,
Eve St. Jones,
48th St. Collective,
Soul II Soul,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
David Axelrod,
The Moody Blues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slave,
Excepter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cameo,
Minny Pops,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aswad,
Henry Cow,
Chris Corsano,
Outsiders,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Style,
Yusef Lateef,
New York Dolls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alphaville,
The Blackbyrds,
Ken Boothe,
Simply Red,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.