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 Fiji and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Intrusion to the rap 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minnie Riperton,
The Searchers,
Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kurtis Blow,
The Skatalites,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mark Hollis,
Rod Modell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ossler,
China Crisis,
Glenn Branca,
Slick Rick,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Modern Lovers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fad Gadget,
The Dead C,
Tom Boy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deakin,
Maurizio,
Derrick May,
Stereo Dub,
Sonic Youth,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wasted Youth,
Sam Rivers,
the Normal,
Zero Boys,
The Leaves,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül,
T.S.O.L.,
Von Mondo,
The Techniques,
The Pop Group,
Marc Almond,
The Young Rascals,
Yaz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alton Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
Roger Hodgson,
Flipper,
Skriet,
Oblivians,
Pylon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalann,
Section 25,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.