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 Grenada and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blossom Toes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Magazine,
K-Klass,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed,
The Seeds,
The Remains,
Minutemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronnie Foster,
World's Most,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Angry Samoans,
Slave,
The Knickerbockers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Evens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rufus Thomas,
Animal Collective,
the Association,
Shuggie Otis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crime,
Drexciya,
Theoretical Girls,
Trumans Water,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Funky Four + One,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Moon,
Peter & Gordon,
Slick Rick,
Todd Rundgren,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Lynne,
Clear Light,
David McCallum,
Quadrant,
Nick Fraelich,
Alphaville,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mojo Men,
Magma,
Amon Düül,
The Dead C,
Harmonia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sound,
Masters at Work,
Procol Harum,
R.M.O.,
Saccharine Trust,
Grauzone,
Fad Gadget,
Spandau Ballet,
The Durutti Column,
T. Rex,
The Divine Comedy,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.