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 Swaziland and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 X-Ray Spex to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Cal Tjader,
Eddi Front,
Desert Stars,
Procol Harum,
Fat Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
In Retrospect,
Slick Rick,
Albert Ayler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mandrill,
The Raincoats,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Khruangbin,
Ronan,
Arthur Verocai,
Chrome,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MDC,
Harry Pussy,
Accadde A,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Human League,
cv313,
The Vogues,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Outsiders,
Rapeman,
Soulsonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swell Maps,
Derrick Morgan,
Motorama,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Wells,
Susan Cadogan,
Letta Mbulu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mars,
T. Rex,
Lower 48,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed,
The Names,
Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
Schoolly D,
One Last Wish,
John Foxx,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.