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 Canada and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Stooges to the grime 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Flash Fearless,
Quando Quango,
The Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Bronski Beat,
Mark Hollis,
Lower 48,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Adolescents,
the Human League,
The Gun Club,
The Stooges,
The Motions,
Robert Görl,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Tremeloes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül,
Ituana,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Urselle,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Halsall,
Marmalade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liliput,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bizarre Inc.,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moody Blues,
CMW,
Angry Samoans,
Icehouse,
Alphaville,
Sugar Minott,
Lindisfarne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Angels of Light,
Ultra Naté,
Dark Day,
This Heat,
The Buckinghams,
UT,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joensuu 1685,
The Skatalites,
The Blackbyrds,
Aaron Thompson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reagan Youth,
Davy DMX,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.