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 Zimbabwe and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 June Days to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Fat Boys,
Scan 7,
Donny Hathaway,
Magazine,
Cluster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Essential Logic,
Make Up,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grey Daturas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aswad,
Section 25,
Joy Division,
Sparks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gong,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Offenders,
Audionom,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unwound,
The Busters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Althea and Donna,
Ten City,
Alison Limerick,
The Move,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiohead,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hoover,
Newcleus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yellowson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Order,
Sun City Girls,
The Residents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Star Department,
Pylon,
Dawn Penn,
Thompson Twins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Johnny Clarke,
Fear,
Motorama,
Rekid,
The Sound,
Sex Pistols,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sugar Minott,
Massinfluence,
Smog,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.