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 Papua New Guinea and from New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Bootsy Collins to the funk 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
a-ha,
The Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Sister Nancy,
Janne Schatter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tres Demented,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Urselle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ossler,
Charles Mingus,
Index,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
Don Cherry,
Stereo Dub,
Darondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bush Tetras,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blues Magoos,
Idris Muhammad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suicide,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pretty Things,
Graham Central Station,
The Moody Blues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sandy B,
Ken Boothe,
Absolute Body Control,
Wolf Eyes,
Grey Daturas,
The Barracudas,
Chris Corsano,
Max Romeo,
Moss Icon,
Suburban Knight,
Mr. Review,
Marcia Griffiths,
Simply Red,
Soul Sonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doors,
The Neon Judgement,
Kaleidoscope,
David McCallum,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantytec,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.