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 Egypt and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Rosa Yemen to the electroclash 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Sun City Girls,
Index,
A Certain Ratio,
Main Source,
Lou Christie,
Donny Hathaway,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Smog,
Quantec,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aaron Thompson,
Darondo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sex Pistols,
The Leaves,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter & Gordon,
The Angels of Light,
Arthur Verocai,
Silicon Teens,
June of 44,
Max Romeo,
The Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
Ohio Players,
Blake Baxter,
Talk Talk,
Swell Maps,
Pagans,
Howard Jones,
Livin' Joy,
Bluetip,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Bananas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Laurel Aitken,
Quando Quango,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Carl Craig,
48th St. Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Technova,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Walker Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Dolphy,
Magazine,
Cheater Slicks,
Sight & Sound,
The Toasters,
The Mojo Men,
Reuben Wilson,
The Move,
John Cale,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.