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 Chad and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Yaz,
Motorama,
The Raincoats,
Mad Mike,
Nils Olav,
Quando Quango,
The Fugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Surgeon,
The Moleskins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agent Orange,
The Vogues,
World's Most,
The Associates,
Steve Hackett,
Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Toasters,
the Sonics,
Audionom,
The Happenings,
Drive Like Jehu,
Iggy Pop,
Idris Muhammad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hardrive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flipper,
UT,
Ken Boothe,
The Stooges,
MDC,
Gastr Del Sol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kaleidoscope,
Janne Schatter,
Half Japanese,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Standells,
Slick Rick,
Shoche,
The American Breed,
The Leaves,
The Pop Group,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fat Boys,
John Foxx,
Brass Construction,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.