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 Honduras and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Fela Kuti to the jazz 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Soft Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Inner City,
This Heat,
Con Funk Shun,
Bush Tetras,
Aural Exciters,
Monolake,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Starr,
Lungfish,
Chrome,
Underground Resistance,
Althea and Donna,
Talk Talk,
Thompson Twins,
Deakin,
Delta 5,
MC5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Skatalites,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gap Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drexciya,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Germs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deadbeat,
Josef K,
The Fortunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June Days,
Yaz,
The Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
Icehouse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liliput,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter & Gordon,
Wasted Youth,
Y Pants,
The Associates,
Jeff Lynne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
OOIOO,
Scrapy,
Lucky Dragons,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Offenders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tears for Fears,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.