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 Mongolia and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Ralphi Rosario to the electroclash 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maleditus Sound,
Guru Guru,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oneida,
X-101,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Youth Brigade,
Skriet,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Goldenarms,
Jacques Brel,
The Young Rascals,
X-102,
Roxy Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Zeros,
In Retrospect,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Sherman,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sonics,
The Wake,
the Association,
Byron Stingily,
The Divine Comedy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
D'Angelo,
Mark Hollis,
Pierre Henry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
UT,
Alton Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Red Krayola,
Model 500,
Juan Atkins,
Cymande,
Pagans,
Funky Four + One,
Spandau Ballet,
The Evens,
Visage,
Technova,
The Moleskins,
Drexciya,
Soft Machine,
The Star Department,
Derrick May,
Rod Modell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rotary Connection,
Marvin Gaye,
Moss Icon,
T. Rex,
The Busters,
Yellowson,
Warsaw,
Deadbeat,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.