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 Israel and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Von Mondo to the electroclash 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minnie Riperton,
Silicon Teens,
Schoolly D,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Womack,
the Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Symarip,
R.M.O.,
Minutemen,
Brothers Johnson,
Crime,
Beasts of Bourbon,
UT,
Gong,
Hardrive,
Index,
MDC,
Siglo XX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mighty Diamonds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Modern Lovers,
Second Layer,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick May,
Au Pairs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camouflage,
Marc Almond,
Anthony Braxton,
Kas Product,
Maleditus Sound,
The New Christs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Dave Gahan,
Aswad,
Hashim,
the Normal,
Joyce Sims,
DNA,
Brand Nubian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Clear Light,
Scan 7,
Grauzone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young,
The Knickerbockers,
Los Fastidios,
John Lydon,
Radio Birdman,
K-Klass,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.