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 Philippines and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Mo-Dettes to the rap 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Radiopuhelimet,
Siglo XX,
Soul II Soul,
EPMD,
Dual Sessions,
Funky Four + One,
Public Enemy,
Bad Manners,
FM Einheit,
Radio Birdman,
Oneida,
Excepter,
The Associates,
Arthur Verocai,
Adolescents,
Ornette Coleman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Simply Red,
Echospace,
Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
Schoolly D,
Peter and Kerry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gladiators,
The Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter & Gordon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick Morgan,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Green,
Chris Corsano,
Newcleus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alice Coltrane,
Cybotron,
Inner City,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Wells,
Alison Limerick,
The Cramps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül II,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Colin Newman,
The Stooges,
Carl Craig,
T. Rex,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Sneak,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.