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 Nicaragua and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 James White and The Blacks to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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?
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy Collins,
Marine Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doobie Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
The Vogues,
Saccharine Trust,
Fela Kuti,
Tim Buckley,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Holt,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Starr,
The Mojo Men,
Parry Music,
Metal Thangz,
Buzzcocks,
The Angels of Light,
Trumans Water,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Womack,
the Association,
Dual Sessions,
The Walker Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Sonic Youth,
Nas,
Depeche Mode,
Terry Callier,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Lynne,
Sixth Finger,
Average White Band,
the Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smoke,
Drexciya,
Faust,
Ronan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
In Retrospect,
Monolake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joensuu 1685,
Simply Red,
Radiohead,
Cal Tjader,
Byron Stingily,
Loose Ends,
Godley & Creme,
ABBA,
Cecil Taylor,
Adolescents,
Mantronix,
Crime,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.