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 Moldova and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Bauhaus,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Green,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barrington Levy,
Spoonie Gee,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun City Girls,
Masters at Work,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pussy Galore,
Essential Logic,
KRS-One,
Excepter,
Albert Ayler,
The Smoke,
Ponytail,
Joensuu 1685,
The Tremeloes,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moleskins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
10cc,
Accadde A,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hot Snakes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
Moss Icon,
Nils Olav,
Jacques Brel,
Animal Collective,
The Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
Half Japanese,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kayak,
Inner City,
Gichy Dan,
The Index,
Metal Thangz,
Rufus Thomas,
Funkadelic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James White and The Blacks,
Agent Orange,
Slave,
Darondo,
The Cowsills,
The Wake,
Lyres,
Alice Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
In Retrospect,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.