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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Zeros to the jazz 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
X-101,
Maleditus Sound,
Newcleus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxette,
The Happenings,
Maurizio,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Red Krayola,
48th St. Collective,
Half Japanese,
Chris & Cosey,
New Order,
Rotary Connection,
The Pretty Things,
Slick Rick,
Grauzone,
Visage,
Cluster,
Rapeman,
Yellowson,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Human League,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Saints,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Altered Images,
Los Fastidios,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Althea and Donna,
Brass Construction,
the Normal,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
AZ,
Ossler,
Camberwell Now,
Parry Music,
Mo-Dettes,
The J.B.'s,
cv313,
Rekid,
Iggy Pop,
Dark Day,
The Last Poets,
Eric Dolphy,
Masters at Work,
Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Invisible,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Almond,
Morten Harket,
Popol Vuh,
Junior Murvin,
Q65,
The Names,
Faust,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.