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 Cairo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Mary Jane Girls to the techno 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cramps,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül II,
Blossom Toes,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
FM Einheit,
Scan 7,
Minor Threat,
Black Sheep,
Kool Moe Dee,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Pus,
The Cure,
Urselle,
Lalann,
Barrington Levy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marmalade,
Funky Four + One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
T. Rex,
Tears for Fears,
Agent Orange,
Lungfish,
Altered Images,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Trumans Water,
Outsiders,
Tommy Roe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Standells,
Symarip,
MC5,
F. McDonald,
Peter and Kerry,
Bob Dylan,
Parry Music,
Zapp,
Fela Kuti,
Magma,
The New Christs,
Royal Trux,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.