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 Germany and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Surgeon to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Grauzone,
Fat Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funky Four + One,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Near,
Robert Görl,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Circle Jerks,
New Order,
The Barracudas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Almond,
Talk Talk,
Boredoms,
Idris Muhammad,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alphaville,
Yazoo,
The Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Tim Buckley,
Godley & Creme,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker,
Gang Green,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zapp,
Blancmange,
The Selecter,
Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
R.M.O.,
The Residents,
Moss Icon,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camouflage,
Lyres,
Al Stewart,
Icehouse,
Q65,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
Theoretical Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Starr,
Inner City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultra Naté,
Hardrive,
Hasil Adkins,
Massinfluence,
AZ,
D'Angelo,
The Last Poets,
Donny Hathaway,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.