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 Brunei and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crooked Eye to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Lower 48,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Moon,
10cc,
Flash Fearless,
Mad Mike,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Smooth,
The Searchers,
Magma,
Dawn Penn,
Y Pants,
Niagra,
Danielle Patucci,
Rites of Spring,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Albert Ayler,
Delta 5,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funky Four + One,
The Monochrome Set,
Hoover,
Rotary Connection,
Television,
Section 25,
Patti Smith,
The Mummies,
The Pop Group,
Yellowson,
Nick Fraelich,
Deepchord,
Gichy Dan,
Pole,
Babytalk,
In Retrospect,
Dual Sessions,
KRS-One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dennis Brown,
Fear,
Neu!,
Los Fastidios,
Soul II Soul,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flipper,
Gil Scott Heron,
Howard Jones,
Stetsasonic,
Aswad,
Fat Boys,
The Associates,
B.T. Express,
Bluetip,
Donald Byrd,
The Standells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-102,
Minnie Riperton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.