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 Gambia and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 China Crisis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Icehouse,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sound Behaviour,
Bush Tetras,
Grey Daturas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Motorama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Schoolly D,
Urselle,
The Searchers,
Iggy Pop,
Pussy Galore,
F. McDonald,
Gang of Four,
Trumans Water,
A Certain Ratio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Joey Negro,
Henry Cow,
Kurtis Blow,
Bauhaus,
Swans,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liliput,
Eve St. Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cure,
Outsiders,
Rod Modell,
Amazonics,
Second Layer,
Robert Hood,
Juan Atkins,
Model 500,
The Motions,
Franke,
The Gladiators,
Susan Cadogan,
the Association,
Spoonie Gee,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zapp,
Sun Ra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wally Richardson,
Colin Newman,
Quando Quango,
X-101,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unrelated Segments,
the Normal,
Bobby Womack,
Yaz,
The Last Poets,
Magma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.