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 Swaziland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Crispian St. Peters to the funk 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Gong,
Joyce Sims,
Peter and Kerry,
Prince Buster,
Susan Cadogan,
Big Daddy Kane,
cv313,
Alison Limerick,
Minny Pops,
The Young Rascals,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ponytail,
The Gladiators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Popol Vuh,
Bush Tetras,
Altered Images,
This Heat,
the Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dead Boys,
Malaria!,
The J.B.'s,
Tim Buckley,
Mr. Review,
The Real Kids,
Skaos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pylon,
Lakeside,
Tommy Roe,
New Age Steppers,
Model 500,
The Motions,
The Cure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Görl,
The Gun Club,
The Mummies,
Maleditus Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Lower 48,
The Associates,
The Happenings,
Liliput,
Marc Almond,
Scan 7,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sister Nancy,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jandek,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.