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 Nepal and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 The Blackbyrds to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
CMW,
Sparks,
Unrelated Segments,
The Litter,
Scion,
Fat Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Age Steppers,
Man Parrish,
the Sonics,
Vainqueur,
The Motions,
Suburban Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blackbyrds,
The Black Dice,
Don Cherry,
The Gories,
Bill Near,
Joy Division,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rakim,
Ituana,
The Saints,
Archie Shepp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bronski Beat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Motorama,
David Bowie,
Talk Talk,
Guru Guru,
Alphaville,
Franke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Görl,
Tubeway Army,
Byron Stingily,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
10cc,
June Days,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joensuu 1685,
Gabor Szabo,
Pierre Henry,
Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiohead,
Joe Finger,
Todd Terry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delon & Dalcan,
Infiniti,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Little Man,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.