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 South Africa and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 T. Rex to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
T. Rex,
Audionom,
D'Angelo,
Pierre Henry,
Swell Maps,
Goldenarms,
Joy Division,
Alice Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Womack,
Wolf Eyes,
Pagans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Groovy Waters,
Kenny Larkin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Last Poets,
Janne Schatter,
Cymande,
Warren Ellis,
Mantronix,
Lou Christie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aloha Tigers,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Terry,
John Foxx,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Almond,
Theoretical Girls,
The Stooges,
Flash Fearless,
Magma,
The Blackbyrds,
Intrusion,
The Five Americans,
Bill Wells,
Roxette,
Flipper,
Hoover,
Camberwell Now,
the Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T.S.O.L.,
Skriet,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Mills,
Nils Olav,
Sarah Menescal,
Make Up,
Joey Negro,
The Offenders,
MDC,
Stetsasonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bronski Beat,
Babytalk,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.