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 Poland and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Michael McDonald 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Yusef Lateef,
Hashim,
Vladislav Delay,
Deakin,
Pagans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Prince Buster,
The Move,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
T.S.O.L.,
Qualms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oneida,
Gong,
Gabor Szabo,
Tom Boy,
D'Angelo,
The Moody Blues,
Blake Baxter,
10cc,
Lyres,
Urselle,
The Cowsills,
Ohio Players,
the Slits,
The Last Poets,
The Beau Brummels,
The Grass Roots,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harry Pussy,
Make Up,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Icehouse,
New Order,
Albert Ayler,
X-102,
Tropical Tobacco,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eurythmics,
Pussy Galore,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Easy Going,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Görl,
The Human League,
Fear,
Ronnie Foster,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fuzztones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Severed Heads,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.