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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Grey Daturas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Rites of Spring,
DNA,
Sight & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Half Japanese,
Brothers Johnson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Byron Stingily,
Jawbox,
The Fugs,
Wasted Youth,
The Toasters,
Sarah Menescal,
Hashim,
Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
June Days,
Brass Construction,
Camberwell Now,
David McCallum,
Animal Collective,
John Coltrane,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Order,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Bananas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camouflage,
Soulsonic Force,
Faraquet,
Crash Course in Science,
Warsaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mojo Men,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dead C,
Gong,
Roy Ayers,
Kaleidoscope,
Stereo Dub,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Bar-Kays,
Connie Case,
Henry Cow,
Subhumans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonic Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Offenders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Vogues,
Donald Byrd,
Magma,
Aural Exciters,
The Walker Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Lynne,
Agitation Free,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.