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 Vanuatu and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Symarip to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Eve St. Jones,
Joensuu 1685,
The Last Poets,
Nico,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ohio Players,
Swell Maps,
Quantec,
Minutemen,
The Zeros,
B.T. Express,
Dual Sessions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wally Richardson,
Thompson Twins,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Mills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bad Manners,
Harry Pussy,
Royal Trux,
Fatback Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Intrusion,
New Order,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cowsills,
Soul II Soul,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smiths,
Eden Ahbez,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Lindisfarne,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Raincoats,
the Germs,
Cal Tjader,
Mandrill,
Arcadia,
Von Mondo,
ABBA,
Desert Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tom Boy,
Niagra,
Albert Ayler,
John Cale,
a-ha,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oblivians,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eddi Front,
Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Lynne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Henry Cow,
The Buckinghams,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.