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 Georgia and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 China Crisis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eurythmics,
Harmonia,
Brick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pole,
Warsaw,
Absolute Body Control,
Masters at Work,
Derrick Morgan,
Babytalk,
Fluxion,
Liliput,
Ohio Players,
Flash Fearless,
The Black Dice,
The Tremeloes,
Fugazi,
Suburban Knight,
Aswad,
Lightning Bolt,
Second Layer,
The Red Krayola,
Angry Samoans,
Metal Thangz,
Quadrant,
Roger Hodgson,
Negative Approach,
Brass Construction,
Joe Finger,
Iggy Pop,
Althea and Donna,
Depeche Mode,
the Slits,
Jacob Miller,
Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moleskins,
the Normal,
New Order,
Severed Heads,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonic Youth,
Das Ding,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crash Course in Science,
The Remains,
Mo-Dettes,
Zapp,
Shoche,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.