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 Rwanda and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Surgeon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Talk Talk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sight & Sound,
Mandrill,
Wings,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Supertramp,
Bill Near,
Alton Ellis,
Reuben Wilson,
Swans,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MC5,
Blake Baxter,
KRS-One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Intrusion,
The Victims,
Archie Shepp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amon Düül,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Los Fastidios,
Erykah Badu,
Howard Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ice-T,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slits,
Pole,
Echospace,
The United States of America,
Freddie Wadling,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Velvet Underground,
Accadde A,
Black Moon,
Drexciya,
Stiv Bators,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tom Boy,
Joyce Sims,
Aswad,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Model 500,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.