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 Benin and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Wire to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nils Olav,
Barbara Tucker,
Funkadelic,
The New Christs,
Minor Threat,
The J.B.'s,
Glambeats Corp.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lower 48,
Joe Smooth,
Faraquet,
Todd Terry,
Unrelated Segments,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Sheep,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Copeland,
Moss Icon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young,
The Human League,
Warren Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scion,
Arcadia,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry's Kids,
LL Cool J,
Blancmange,
Easy Going,
Sister Nancy,
The Offenders,
Babytalk,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter & Gordon,
Y Pants,
Marvin Gaye,
Joy Division,
cv313,
Arab on Radar,
Fugazi,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Style,
Wolf Eyes,
The Pop Group,
The Real Kids,
Bush Tetras,
Pantytec,
Moby Grape,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deadbeat,
Liliput,
Peter and Kerry,
D'Angelo,
Godley & Creme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Organ,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.