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 Mexico and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Kurtis Blow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Marc Almond,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Soft Cell,
Bluetip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Remains,
World's Most,
Mary Jane Girls,
Au Pairs,
Gang of Four,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reuben Wilson,
Donny Hathaway,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Fraelich,
Al Stewart,
DNA,
Aloha Tigers,
Spoonie Gee,
Franke,
Janne Schatter,
Skriet,
Tim Buckley,
Cluster,
Basic Channel,
Minny Pops,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Smiths,
Dark Day,
Lungfish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Tremeloes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terry Callier,
Ossler,
Dennis Brown,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra,
Banda Bassotti,
H. Thieme,
Morten Harket,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Raincoats,
Barbara Tucker,
OOIOO,
Neil Young,
Minnie Riperton,
Boredoms,
Fat Boys,
the Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cameo,
Model 500,
Public Enemy,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.