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 St Lucia and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Black Sheep to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Joensuu 1685,
Tommy Roe,
The Real Kids,
Bang On A Can,
Donny Hathaway,
John Foxx,
Television Personalities,
E-Dancer,
Sex Pistols,
Metal Thangz,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scientists,
The Count Five,
a-ha,
Absolute Body Control,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rufus Thomas,
Kaleidoscope,
Sandy B,
Sugar Minott,
Dark Day,
Bobby Sherman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skriet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kenny Larkin,
Mark Hollis,
Niagra,
Faust,
Interpol,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reuben Wilson,
Moss Icon,
ABC,
Eddi Front,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mummies,
The Skatalites,
Lyres,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Beau Brummels,
Sam Rivers,
Duran Duran,
Cymande,
Eric Dolphy,
Brand Nubian,
Tim Buckley,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Order,
Marc Almond,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Smog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nils Olav,
Bronski Beat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.