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 Afghanistan and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gang of Four to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Aural Exciters,
the Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deepchord,
Reagan Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Pierre Henry,
Subhumans,
Mars,
Sällskapet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lyres,
Hardrive,
Mission of Burma,
The Busters,
The Smiths,
Audionom,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maurizio,
Harmonia,
Clear Light,
Eddi Front,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Dolphy,
Ponytail,
Ken Boothe,
Minutemen,
Porter Ricks,
Ultravox,
Index,
Dennis Brown,
Infiniti,
Sixth Finger,
Depeche Mode,
Deadbeat,
Loose Ends,
La Düsseldorf,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blake Baxter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Whodini,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eve St. Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
Urselle,
The Happenings,
Mr. Review,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rapeman,
The Evens,
Goldenarms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monks,
Procol Harum,
Black Flag,
The Gap Band,
48th St. Collective,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.