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 Cuba and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ultimate Spinach to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Aswad,
Roger Hodgson,
Qualms,
Delta 5,
Camouflage,
The Skatalites,
Roxy Music,
Peter & Gordon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ten City,
Anakelly,
Duran Duran,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Popol Vuh,
The Techniques,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rapeman,
LL Cool J,
The Birthday Party,
Lakeside,
Joey Negro,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oblivians,
Slick Rick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tears for Fears,
Cabaret Voltaire,
World's Most,
Monolake,
Janne Schatter,
Ice-T,
Robert Hood,
Neu!,
ABBA,
The Moody Blues,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dead Boys,
Black Bananas,
Cybotron,
The Martian,
Country Teasers,
Trumans Water,
Television Personalities,
Vladislav Delay,
Buzzcocks,
The Happenings,
Alton Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
Eurythmics,
Morten Harket,
Freddie Wadling,
Goldenarms,
Mantronix,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Black Dice,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.