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 Qatar and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 LL Cool J to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Scientists,
X-102,
Smog,
Eric Dolphy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pagans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barrington Levy,
Bang On A Can,
Zapp,
Animal Collective,
Maurizio,
The Wake,
Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
Morten Harket,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Surgeon,
Sparks,
Model 500,
Rotary Connection,
Isaac Hayes,
Cecil Taylor,
The Searchers,
kango's stein massive,
Outsiders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ornette Coleman,
Minnie Riperton,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultra Naté,
John Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Moss Icon,
Gong,
Television,
Crispy Ambulance,
Clear Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
K-Klass,
Bill Wells,
The Real Kids,
Heaven 17,
Sandy B,
Lower 48,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter & Gordon,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
The Names,
Funky Four + One,
New Age Steppers,
Godley & Creme,
Scratch Acid,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.