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 Chile and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Unrelated Segments to the electroclash 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Mark Hollis,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül II,
Trumans Water,
New Age Steppers,
Smog,
Little Man,
Glambeats Corp.,
Qualms,
Tubeway Army,
The United States of America,
Mo-Dettes,
Sam Rivers,
Ludus,
Cecil Taylor,
Althea and Donna,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Golliwogs,
Fluxion,
The Gladiators,
Average White Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Mars,
Cheater Slicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masters at Work,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
Loose Ends,
Erykah Badu,
ABC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thompson Twins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MC5,
Fear,
Dead Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Mills,
Flash Fearless,
Nik Kershaw,
Brass Construction,
Arcadia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gong,
Hoover,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Fraelich,
Minny Pops,
Curtis Mayfield,
FM Einheit,
John Coltrane,
The Monks,
CMW,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Young Rascals,
Marmalade,
The Blackbyrds,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.