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 Sudan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grime 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Fela Kuti,
Althea and Donna,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dead Boys,
John Foxx,
Marcia Griffiths,
Simply Red,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scientists,
Khruangbin,
Gichy Dan,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Deepchord,
Boogie Down Productions,
L. Decosne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television,
ABC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lightning Bolt,
The Evens,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Bronski Beat,
X-101,
Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
The United States of America,
kango's stein massive,
Ossler,
June of 44,
Dual Sessions,
Gong,
Marc Almond,
The Standells,
The Dead C,
Al Stewart,
Camberwell Now,
Quadrant,
Pere Ubu,
Ponytail,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonic Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Hill,
Hashim,
Spoonie Gee,
Royal Trux,
The Trojans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Henry Cow,
Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.