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 Philippines and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 EPMD to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eve St. Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerrie Biddell,
Audionom,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mark Hollis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter & Gordon,
Au Pairs,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Lynne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Niagra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blues Magoos,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
China Crisis,
The Kinks,
Reagan Youth,
Clear Light,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June of 44,
Barclay James Harvest,
Surgeon,
Faust,
Funkadelic,
The Buckinghams,
Parry Music,
Hardrive,
Deakin,
Ludus,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dirtbombs,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Age Steppers,
Absolute Body Control,
X-Ray Spex,
Circle Jerks,
The Barracudas,
Black Moon,
The Zeros,
Excepter,
Trumans Water,
Ultra Naté,
Rosa Yemen,
June Days,
Joe Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
Erykah Badu,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fall,
The Knickerbockers,
Silicon Teens,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.