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 Zimbabwe and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Janne Schatter to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pole,
Animal Collective,
Moebius,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Tomorrow,
MC5,
The Dead C,
Rotary Connection,
The Dirtbombs,
Danielle Patucci,
Oneida,
Silicon Teens,
The Monks,
The Searchers,
Depeche Mode,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter & Gordon,
Fat Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Severed Heads,
Skriet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Toni Rubio,
Stetsasonic,
Bronski Beat,
Camouflage,
Essential Logic,
Motorama,
the Association,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantaleimon,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cramps,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agent Orange,
Maleditus Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slackers,
Gabor Szabo,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.