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 Kiribati and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pet Shop Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Faust,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang of Four,
Surgeon,
Rapeman,
Morten Harket,
Anthony Braxton,
Barry Ungar,
Moby Grape,
Magma,
Siglo XX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pierre Henry,
Ultravox,
Prince Buster,
Saccharine Trust,
Slick Rick,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Excepter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Machine,
Massinfluence,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sonics,
Cluster,
Smog,
John Coltrane,
Newcleus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
Section 25,
Jeff Mills,
Terry Callier,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agitation Free,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angry Samoans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nirvana,
Marmalade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cure,
Brass Construction,
Ken Boothe,
Barbara Tucker,
Ossler,
Kurtis Blow,
Althea and Donna,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.