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 Algeria and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Fluxion to the grunge 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alphaville,
Das Ding,
The Searchers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
CMW,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-Ray Spex,
Arcadia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Clarke,
LL Cool J,
Unwound,
Bobby Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Starr,
Roy Ayers,
Alison Limerick,
The Mojo Men,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Zeros,
The Vogues,
Lou Christie,
The Birthday Party,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dead C,
Juan Atkins,
Joyce Sims,
Fela Kuti,
Schoolly D,
Grauzone,
H. Thieme,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eve St. Jones,
Desert Stars,
Brand Nubian,
The Red Krayola,
The Busters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül,
The Happenings,
Sun City Girls,
Ludus,
X-101,
Moss Icon,
Arab on Radar,
Wally Richardson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tubeway Army,
New Age Steppers,
Dennis Brown,
Ten City,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gories,
John Coltrane,
Index,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.