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 Cape Verde and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Harpers Bizarre to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scientists,
Fad Gadget,
Don Cherry,
These Immortal Souls,
Organ,
The Residents,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Japan,
Terry Callier,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agitation Free,
Soul II Soul,
Donald Byrd,
Yaz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New York Dolls,
Piero Umiliani,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Searchers,
Derrick Morgan,
Arthur Verocai,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fear,
Marvin Gaye,
The Divine Comedy,
Niagra,
Nils Olav,
Fluxion,
AZ,
Unrelated Segments,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amazonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Halsall,
The Vogues,
The Kinks,
the Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ken Boothe,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cameo,
The New Christs,
Bobby Sherman,
JFA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Darondo,
Inner City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.