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 Georgia and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the funk 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Eric Dolphy,
Sällskapet,
Nick Fraelich,
Sugar Minott,
The New Christs,
Black Sheep,
Yaz,
Matthew Bourne,
Erykah Badu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Starr,
Cheater Slicks,
Scan 7,
cv313,
Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Cluster,
Royal Trux,
Barbara Tucker,
Scratch Acid,
Fugazi,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Section 25,
Warren Ellis,
The Cure,
Zero Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scion,
Eric Copeland,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Prunes,
Fat Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The American Breed,
Bob Dylan,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
This Heat,
Kenny Larkin,
The Moody Blues,
Ice-T,
Terry Callier,
Organ,
Fluxion,
Morten Harket,
Symarip,
The Litter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Infiniti,
Black Bananas,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.