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 Tanzania and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Hashim to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Victims,
Little Man,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Bowie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Bourne,
Alton Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Velvet Underground,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Move,
Wasted Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sparks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marine Girls,
Pierre Henry,
The Fall,
Neu!,
Lower 48,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Birthday Party,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Pus,
Shuggie Otis,
The Raincoats,
Crash Course in Science,
Yazoo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Average White Band,
Von Mondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The American Breed,
The Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Patti Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Supertramp,
World's Most,
Maleditus Sound,
kango's stein massive,
The Five Americans,
June Days,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Neon Judgement,
Joy Division,
Tears for Fears,
Swell Maps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
Spoonie Gee,
Stetsasonic,
the Germs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.