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 Dominica and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 These Immortal Souls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
the Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Can,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Real Kids,
Pagans,
Essential Logic,
Metal Thangz,
Barrington Levy,
Blancmange,
The Seeds,
Delta 5,
Funky Four + One,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Halsall,
Minutemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
Motorama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scion,
These Immortal Souls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Main Source,
Sister Nancy,
Crooked Eye,
Bronski Beat,
The Last Poets,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rotary Connection,
The Five Americans,
A Certain Ratio,
David Bowie,
Porter Ricks,
Nas,
Leonard Cohen,
Bauhaus,
The American Breed,
Absolute Body Control,
The Divine Comedy,
David Axelrod,
Yaz,
Excepter,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.