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 London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Dance to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Porter Ricks,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Lynne,
Patti Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shoche,
Skriet,
Warsaw,
New Order,
Sound Behaviour,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Bourne,
DNA,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed,
Carl Craig,
Sugar Minott,
Television Personalities,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Grass Roots,
Eurythmics,
Severed Heads,
Letta Mbulu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nico,
The Smiths,
Cal Tjader,
Hoover,
Inner City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marmalade,
Connie Case,
Pere Ubu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hardrive,
Public Enemy,
Morten Harket,
Roxy Music,
Hashim,
The Last Poets,
The Knickerbockers,
Ronan,
The Human League,
T. Rex,
The Techniques,
Gang Starr,
DJ Style,
The Monochrome Set,
Barry Ungar,
Dorothy Ashby,
In Retrospect,
D'Angelo,
David McCallum,
The Names,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bauhaus,
Blossom Toes,
Niagra,
Marc Almond,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.