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 St Lucia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Bush Tetras to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shoche,
The Monochrome Set,
Blake Baxter,
Ken Boothe,
10cc,
Siglo XX,
Pussy Galore,
Spandau Ballet,
Lyres,
Groovy Waters,
Bluetip,
Deadbeat,
Rosa Yemen,
the Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Residents,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter and Kerry,
One Last Wish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Essential Logic,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Clarke,
Sparks,
Thompson Twins,
The Neon Judgement,
Eden Ahbez,
The Grass Roots,
Kool Moe Dee,
Popol Vuh,
Procol Harum,
Hot Snakes,
Icehouse,
Wings,
Franke,
Angry Samoans,
The Litter,
The Vogues,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boz Scaggs,
Agitation Free,
Mo-Dettes,
The Beau Brummels,
Young Marble Giants,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aaron Thompson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Bananas,
Ronnie Foster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alton Ellis,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.