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 South Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slackers,
Massinfluence,
OOIOO,
Fad Gadget,
The Star Department,
Talk Talk,
John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dual Sessions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Hill,
The Cramps,
Visage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Leaves,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nils Olav,
The Zeros,
The Residents,
The Dirtbombs,
Marvin Gaye,
Colin Newman,
Ultravox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Echospace,
Vainqueur,
World's Most,
The Offenders,
Gang Starr,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxy Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yaz,
Dave Gahan,
Dennis Brown,
The Gladiators,
Can,
Cymande,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MC5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Young Rascals,
Shoche,
Todd Rundgren,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
Swell Maps,
One Last Wish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suicide,
AZ,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner 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.