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 Honduras and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 New Christs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Cal Tjader,
Fatback Band,
Prince Buster,
Black Moon,
This Heat,
Y Pants,
The Doors,
Black Flag,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
Duran Duran,
Eve St. Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
Q and Not U,
Pantytec,
The Real Kids,
Pole,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
Rites of Spring,
Swell Maps,
Bluetip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Livin' Joy,
Fat Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Harmonia,
Altered Images,
The Skatalites,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faust,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Smiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barry Ungar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reagan Youth,
The Victims,
Amon Düül,
Jacques Brel,
James White and The Blacks,
OOIOO,
FM Einheit,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Outsiders,
The Happenings,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.