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 India and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 the Soft Cell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Quadrant,
Royal Trux,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gong,
The Trojans,
Shuggie Otis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Accadde A,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mojo Men,
Mantronix,
The Monochrome Set,
Banda Bassotti,
Fat Boys,
Easy Going,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Max Romeo,
Metal Thangz,
Nik Kershaw,
Roger Hodgson,
The Zeros,
the Human League,
Bush Tetras,
David McCallum,
L. Decosne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June Days,
Massinfluence,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy Collins,
UT,
Lungfish,
Circle Jerks,
Guru Guru,
MDC,
Funkadelic,
Magazine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hashim,
Dead Boys,
The Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joyce Sims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Invisible,
Delta 5,
The Fuzztones,
Pantaleimon,
Peter & Gordon,
Q and Not U,
Skriet,
The Gap Band,
Blossom Toes,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.