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 Australia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Crash Course in Science to the disco 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Y Pants,
The Busters,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harmonia,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hashim,
Spoonie Gee,
Scion,
The Barracudas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
The Real Kids,
Blake Baxter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy Collins,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Star Department,
The Zeros,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eden Ahbez,
The Black Dice,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Althea and Donna,
Main Source,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aswad,
Grauzone,
Quando Quango,
Rufus Thomas,
kango's stein massive,
The Cure,
CMW,
Agitation Free,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ten City,
The Gun Club,
Fear,
Radiohead,
Intrusion,
Tears for Fears,
Los Fastidios,
Newcleus,
The United States of America,
DJ Style,
The Saints,
The Trojans,
T.S.O.L.,
Accadde A,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
The Five Americans,
cv313,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.