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 Brunei and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Dual Sessions to the funk 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
The Index,
Joey Negro,
Shoche,
the Bar-Kays,
T.S.O.L.,
Harry Pussy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sex Pistols,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Urselle,
Icehouse,
Marmalade,
Bill Near,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thompson Twins,
Sight & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Black Dice,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra,
Gabor Szabo,
Fear,
Slick Rick,
Chrome,
The Smoke,
The Victims,
Wings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Goldenarms,
Public Enemy,
Anakelly,
the Sonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Clarke,
Fatback Band,
Cameo,
The Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Susan Cadogan,
Tears for Fears,
Spoonie Gee,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ossler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rufus Thomas,
Bluetip,
The Fortunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Gastr Del Sol,
B.T. Express,
Neu!,
Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Flipper,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.