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 Nepal and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Girls At Our Best! to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q65,
D'Angelo,
Godley & Creme,
Moebius,
Essential Logic,
Rod Modell,
Black Moon,
Grey Daturas,
Bad Manners,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minutemen,
Donald Byrd,
The Saints,
Bush Tetras,
Von Mondo,
James White and The Blacks,
The Last Poets,
Pylon,
Banda Bassotti,
Aural Exciters,
T. Rex,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eddi Front,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ornette Coleman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rapeman,
cv313,
Parry Music,
Aloha Tigers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Interpol,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Second Layer,
Fad Gadget,
Hasil Adkins,
John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
Stiv Bators,
Groovy Waters,
Maurizio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brick,
Wings,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Starr,
Radiohead,
Gang of Four,
Negative Approach,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magazine,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kas Product,
Model 500,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.