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 Pakistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
The Last Poets,
Duran Duran,
Fugazi,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Moon,
Nik Kershaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Goldenarms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ten City,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Almond,
Eli Mardock,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare,
Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skarface,
The Mojo Men,
Black Bananas,
Q65,
Scan 7,
Symarip,
The Star Department,
Parry Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Josef K,
Pylon,
R.M.O.,
Los Fastidios,
Cluster,
Man Parrish,
Yazoo,
Lungfish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Halsall,
Fela Kuti,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Machine,
The Barracudas,
Quantec,
The Mummies,
John Lydon,
The Names,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacob Miller,
The Buckinghams,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Sight & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Litter,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.