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 Sierra Leone and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Barrington Levy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
Joe Finger,
Rekid,
Franke,
Public Enemy,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultravox,
The Invisible,
AZ,
The Skatalites,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moleskins,
Ronan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Al Stewart,
Lindisfarne,
Drexciya,
Bad Manners,
Todd Terry,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Mills,
Freddie Wadling,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Monks,
Ponytail,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deakin,
Darondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crash Course in Science,
The Music Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Radiohead,
Anthony Braxton,
Minor Threat,
Scion,
Moby Grape,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Talk Talk,
The Cramps,
Technova,
Minny Pops,
Ronnie Foster,
Inner City,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Eating Sloth,
Saccharine Trust,
Erykah Badu,
Bush Tetras,
Kenny Larkin,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.