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 Laos and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 Suicide to the grunge 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Skriet,
Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
Eve St. Jones,
The Buckinghams,
Japan,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Terry,
Pere Ubu,
Curtis Mayfield,
B.T. Express,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang On A Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Intrusion,
Shuggie Otis,
Aaron Thompson,
Toni Rubio,
LL Cool J,
cv313,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gun Club,
Gabor Szabo,
Alice Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maleditus Sound,
Eurythmics,
Mad Mike,
In Retrospect,
Darondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chris & Cosey,
Mark Hollis,
Nico,
Lalo Schifrin,
Popol Vuh,
The Index,
Soft Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Y Pants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drexciya,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nirvana,
The Fugs,
Crime,
Fluxion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
Siglo XX,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.