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 Ivory Coast and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Joe Smooth to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The Move,
Roxy Music,
Ronan,
The Fortunes,
Flipper,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Techniques,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Smooth,
Quantec,
Liliput,
Derrick Morgan,
Y Pants,
the Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
Half Japanese,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
This Heat,
Q and Not U,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deepchord,
Stockholm Monsters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Altered Images,
The Fugs,
Model 500,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wings,
Donny Hathaway,
the Bar-Kays,
New Age Steppers,
The Velvet Underground,
Deakin,
Toni Rubio,
Erykah Badu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rapeman,
The Victims,
Rhythm & Sound,
Josef K,
Ossler,
The Black Dice,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quadrant,
Fatback Band,
Lalann,
Eric Copeland,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Panda Bear,
Marmalade,
Barbara Tucker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lakeside,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.