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 Palau and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 The J.B.'s to the techno 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Soft Machine,
Nils Olav,
Joy Division,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Sneak,
Qualms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neu!,
Rod Modell,
The Martian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grey Daturas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fat Boys,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Raincoats,
The Victims,
Deakin,
Das Ding,
The Names,
Angry Samoans,
ABBA,
The Gladiators,
Clear Light,
Bush Tetras,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scrapy,
Outsiders,
Dark Day,
Minny Pops,
The Saints,
Fela Kuti,
The Invisible,
James White and The Blacks,
Skriet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Near,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fugazi,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
Mad Mike,
F. McDonald,
Circle Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
Gerry Rafferty,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare,
Dennis Brown,
Drexciya,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erykah Badu,
Sun City Girls,
In Retrospect,
Lou Christie,
Michelle Simonal,
10cc,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.