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 Bhutan and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 The Red Krayola to the grime 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultra Naté,
The Cowsills,
Surgeon,
Intrusion,
Procol Harum,
the Germs,
Panda Bear,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minor Threat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erasure,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skriet,
Delta 5,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jandek,
Das Ding,
Groovy Waters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Desert Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Parry Music,
Cameo,
Quando Quango,
Television,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Style,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed,
Goldenarms,
The Searchers,
Ossler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
R.M.O.,
Negative Approach,
Peter & Gordon,
The Young Rascals,
Organ,
Make Up,
Colin Newman,
Matthew Halsall,
Warsaw,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy Collins,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Average White Band,
Rakim,
Vainqueur,
The Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.