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 Togo and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Spoonie Gee to the grunge 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Copeland,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Minny Pops,
The Gladiators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Don Cherry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aswad,
Laurel Aitken,
Grauzone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yazoo,
Y Pants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DNA,
Public Enemy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lower 48,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cheater Slicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stetsasonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bush Tetras,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warren Ellis,
The Fortunes,
Dave Gahan,
Toni Rubio,
Colin Newman,
Franke,
Moby Grape,
Skriet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anakelly,
New Age Steppers,
Cybotron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
In Retrospect,
Mark Hollis,
Jandek,
Davy DMX,
Tom Boy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Move,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liliput,
Ultra Naté,
Tres Demented,
Alice Coltrane,
The Techniques,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.