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 Congo and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Siglo XX to the crunk 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blackbyrds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Graham Central Station,
Lungfish,
The Dead C,
Hoover,
Wolf Eyes,
Section 25,
David Bowie,
Michelle Simonal,
Joy Division,
Yellowson,
Minnie Riperton,
John Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visage,
Lalann,
Ken Boothe,
Q and Not U,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
Saccharine Trust,
The Skatalites,
Sound Behaviour,
Harry Pussy,
L. Decosne,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blues Magoos,
Thee Headcoats,
UT,
Laurel Aitken,
Chrome,
The Smiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camberwell Now,
Tim Buckley,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Smog,
Tears for Fears,
E-Dancer,
Steve Hackett,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
Glenn Branca,
Quantec,
Q65,
Gang Starr,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Pretty Things,
Althea and Donna,
Supertramp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Darondo,
Wasted Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blancmange,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Easy Going,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.