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 Jordan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 the Fania All-Stars to the disco 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pere Ubu,
F. McDonald,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Danielle Patucci,
Adolescents,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Bourne,
Icehouse,
Ituana,
Wire,
The Gun Club,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monks,
Skriet,
Cymande,
Lungfish,
Zapp,
Rekid,
the Germs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boogie Down Productions,
Accadde A,
PIL,
Joe Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Lynne,
Iggy Pop,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Offenders,
Isaac Hayes,
Loose Ends,
Hot Snakes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Can,
Carl Craig,
The Vogues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
One Last Wish,
Robert Görl,
Saccharine Trust,
Inner City,
Procol Harum,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang of Four,
Pussy Galore,
Jandek,
Monolake,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echospace,
Fluxion,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.