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 the UAE and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wings to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Techniques,
Inner City,
The Leaves,
Organ,
Cybotron,
Niagra,
Joey Negro,
The Toasters,
Yazoo,
Stereo Dub,
Graham Central Station,
Massinfluence,
Newcleus,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Dolphy,
Delta 5,
UT,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Second Layer,
Rakim,
The Gun Club,
Todd Terry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Copeland,
Heaven 17,
Gabor Szabo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
World's Most,
Derrick May,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moss Icon,
Anthony Braxton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sonics,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Sherman,
Japan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Von Mondo,
Stiv Bators,
kango's stein massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Metal Thangz,
Sister Nancy,
The Selecter,
Country Teasers,
Television Personalities,
Simply Red,
Dave Gahan,
Essential Logic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agent Orange,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Lynne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dorothy Ashby,
JFA,
China Crisis,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.