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 Libya and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
T. Rex,
Lucky Dragons,
Davy DMX,
the Normal,
Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
The Toasters,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Morten Harket,
Cybotron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Young Rascals,
JFA,
Mo-Dettes,
Grey Daturas,
The Leaves,
Jeff Mills,
The Mummies,
The Searchers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Buzzcocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siglo XX,
Blossom Toes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Letta Mbulu,
Tim Buckley,
The Slits,
Bronski Beat,
Youth Brigade,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moleskins,
Loose Ends,
Joe Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
The Moody Blues,
Marmalade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Fraelich,
The Golliwogs,
Parry Music,
Sugar Minott,
LL Cool J,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ossler,
Yazoo,
FM Einheit,
Y Pants,
Public Enemy,
Max Romeo,
Aural Exciters,
Subhumans,
Lalann,
Joensuu 1685,
Cecil Taylor,
Talk Talk,
Visage,
Sister Nancy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.