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 Honduras and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Cosmic Jokers to the disco 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Pierre Henry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scan 7,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fall,
Prince Buster,
the Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Massinfluence,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris & Cosey,
10cc,
Slick Rick,
The Cure,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Style,
The Star Department,
Graham Central Station,
Siglo XX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funkadelic,
The Doors,
Man Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Holt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlback,
Accadde A,
Eve St. Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Brass Construction,
Stereo Dub,
Throbbing Gristle,
Procol Harum,
Smog,
Guru Guru,
The Music Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mummies,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythm & Sound,
UT,
Crime,
Nirvana,
FM Einheit,
Judy Mowatt,
Joy Division,
Carl Craig,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.