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 Mauritius and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Absolute Body Control to the rap 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Cheater Slicks,
Flash Fearless,
Pantytec,
Freddie Wadling,
Mars,
World's Most,
Malaria!,
Marc Almond,
Lucky Dragons,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Icehouse,
Fugazi,
Funkadelic,
Los Fastidios,
Spandau Ballet,
The Real Kids,
Roxette,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerri Chandler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minnie Riperton,
Ponytail,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Bar-Kays,
Fear,
Deepchord,
Leonard Cohen,
Blancmange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crash Course in Science,
Alphaville,
Hot Snakes,
Don Cherry,
Sam Rivers,
Yazoo,
The Trojans,
Sister Nancy,
Nico,
F. McDonald,
Fela Kuti,
Laurel Aitken,
Fatback Band,
The Cramps,
Young Marble Giants,
Darondo,
Japan,
T. Rex,
the Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zero Boys,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.