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 Kenya and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Monks to the rap 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Morten Harket,
cv313,
The Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unwound,
Suburban Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
Theoretical Girls,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxy Music,
The Gun Club,
Marmalade,
The Human League,
FM Einheit,
Banda Bassotti,
Accadde A,
CMW,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Audionom,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Davy DMX,
The Fugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boredoms,
Visage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slick Rick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magma,
Yazoo,
Half Japanese,
Black Sheep,
Man Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang of Four,
Sam Rivers,
Liliput,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Model 500,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alton Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
Scientists,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
K-Klass,
Stetsasonic,
The Stooges,
Donny Hathaway,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Josef K,
June of 44,
Piero Umiliani,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.