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 Andorra and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
X-102,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Martian,
Loose Ends,
The Skatalites,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Inner City,
the Soft Cell,
Monks,
Make Up,
Crispy Ambulance,
CMW,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scratch Acid,
Eli Mardock,
Echospace,
Mantronix,
Pylon,
The Fire Engines,
Zapp,
Moby Grape,
Arthur Verocai,
Prince Buster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moleskins,
Motorama,
Barry Ungar,
Wings,
Drive Like Jehu,
Royal Trux,
the Sonics,
The Saints,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boz Scaggs,
These Immortal Souls,
Colin Newman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Sherman,
Marmalade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thompson Twins,
The Dead C,
The Star Department,
Michelle Simonal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Hill,
Peter and Kerry,
Visage,
MC5,
Rufus Thomas,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eddi Front,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.