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 Yemen and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stockholm Monsters to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Malaria!,
Peter and Kerry,
Michelle Simonal,
John Cale,
Half Japanese,
Dave Gahan,
Subhumans,
Eli Mardock,
Zero Boys,
The United States of America,
Swell Maps,
X-Ray Spex,
The Selecter,
Marc Almond,
Stiv Bators,
Prince Buster,
Wally Richardson,
Talk Talk,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Slits,
PIL,
Darondo,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moby Grape,
Youth Brigade,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gun Club,
Lower 48,
Franke,
Ossler,
Minnie Riperton,
The Names,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oblivians,
Cal Tjader,
The Neon Judgement,
Lyres,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young,
Stetsasonic,
Minutemen,
Dark Day,
The Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Adolescents,
The Walker Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Bourne,
Echospace,
Jawbox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Style,
Fat Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.