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 Kenya and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Byron Stingily to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
The Selecter,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pere Ubu,
The Motions,
Kerri Chandler,
Fat Boys,
Quadrant,
World's Most,
The Zeros,
The Busters,
Nick Fraelich,
The Tremeloes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fall,
Mission of Burma,
The Fuzztones,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Divine Comedy,
Althea and Donna,
Icehouse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Happenings,
Hot Snakes,
Albert Ayler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maleditus Sound,
L. Decosne,
Malaria!,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Sheep,
Jerry's Kids,
Swell Maps,
The Dead C,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grey Daturas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slits,
Model 500,
Faraquet,
John Holt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Newcleus,
The Count Five,
Swans,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Lynne,
Accadde A,
Curtis Mayfield,
Supertramp,
Section 25,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.