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 Botswana and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Zapp to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Los Fastidios,
Pulsallama,
Depeche Mode,
Heaven 17,
Howard Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Bananas,
The Barracudas,
Freddie Wadling,
Anakelly,
World's Most,
Das Ding,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gong,
Scan 7,
The Smiths,
The Offenders,
The Grass Roots,
Cecil Taylor,
Gichy Dan,
The Modern Lovers,
Panda Bear,
The Fire Engines,
Albert Ayler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siglo XX,
The Busters,
Sparks,
Carl Craig,
Robert Wyatt,
Alice Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June Days,
Chrome,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Half Japanese,
Mo-Dettes,
Hardrive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Cale,
Mars,
X-Ray Spex,
Fat Boys,
Newcleus,
Colin Newman,
Ornette Coleman,
Dead Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Human League,
Mandrill,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Christie,
Janne Schatter,
Eurythmics,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.