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 France and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cal Tjader to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Wally Richardson,
The Knickerbockers,
Erasure,
Fela Kuti,
Bauhaus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
Surgeon,
Pylon,
Funky Four + One,
The Associates,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
The Smoke,
Erykah Badu,
Qualms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mo-Dettes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cymande,
Maleditus Sound,
Nas,
Morten Harket,
The J.B.'s,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unrelated Segments,
Khruangbin,
Zero Boys,
Can,
Niagra,
Man Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Wolf Eyes,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Halsall,
The Trojans,
Yusef Lateef,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oneida,
Bootsy Collins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heaven 17,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Names,
Make Up,
Black Moon,
Pulsallama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra,
The Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.