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 St Lucia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Trumans Water,
Aswad,
Sex Pistols,
cv313,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yazoo,
Minutemen,
Iggy Pop,
Deakin,
Pylon,
MC5,
Basic Channel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harry Pussy,
Anakelly,
Hot Snakes,
MDC,
The Slackers,
Moby Grape,
The Five Americans,
Scrapy,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fat Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
B.T. Express,
The Dead C,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra,
The Motions,
Dave Gahan,
The United States of America,
Excepter,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxy Music,
The Standells,
Soul II Soul,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Clear Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Absolute Body Control,
Infiniti,
Josef K,
10cc,
The Blackbyrds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stiv Bators,
The Tremeloes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bad Manners,
The Index,
The Happenings,
Urselle,
The Techniques,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.