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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Aaron Thompson to the grime 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies 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?
Y Pants,
Slave,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rites of Spring,
Country Teasers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Outsiders,
Inner City,
Massinfluence,
Shuggie Otis,
Fad Gadget,
Amazonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Mills,
Godley & Creme,
Pantaleimon,
Marmalade,
Marc Almond,
Davy DMX,
Radiohead,
Gichy Dan,
The Knickerbockers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Henry Cow,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Durutti Column,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suburban Knight,
Crime,
Livin' Joy,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Byrd,
Q and Not U,
Deepchord,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Stooges,
Fugazi,
Newcleus,
Joy Division,
Max Romeo,
Ludus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hasil Adkins,
The Searchers,
the Germs,
Mark Hollis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Duran Duran,
Rod Modell,
The Cramps,
Banda Bassotti,
Trumans Water,
Liliput,
Mars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.