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 Barbados and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Main Source to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Gabor Szabo,
the Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Searchers,
Yazoo,
New Order,
Qualms,
Dennis Brown,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Inner City,
Shoche,
DJ Sneak,
The Zeros,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
Groovy Waters,
Agitation Free,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
The New Christs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quadrant,
Rapeman,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Terry,
Intrusion,
Tommy Roe,
Malaria!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Görl,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül II,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Bowie,
Black Moon,
Soul II Soul,
Lindisfarne,
Marine Girls,
MDC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Barracudas,
The Leaves,
The Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Brass Construction,
Model 500,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young,
Reagan Youth,
Main Source,
Joe Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Enemy,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.