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 Lesotho and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Michelle Simonal to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Mission of Burma,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra,
The Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Porter Ricks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pop Group,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moody Blues,
Wolf Eyes,
Joensuu 1685,
The Red Krayola,
Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Newcleus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blake Baxter,
The Slackers,
Dave Gahan,
Minny Pops,
The Velvet Underground,
Harmonia,
The Wake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New York Dolls,
Todd Rundgren,
Brick,
Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faraquet,
Stiv Bators,
H. Thieme,
Max Romeo,
Bauhaus,
Freddie Wadling,
The Alarm Clocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris Corsano,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Wells,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Skatalites,
X-102,
Hot Snakes,
Kayak,
June Days,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joyce Sims,
Hardrive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick May,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.