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 Belize and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
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 arpeggiator 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 Accadde A to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
The Fall,
Johnny Osbourne,
Interpol,
Delta 5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wire,
The Cure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Shoche,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skriet,
The Selecter,
ABBA,
Massinfluence,
Gong,
The Modern Lovers,
Sex Pistols,
Desert Stars,
AZ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Popol Vuh,
Blossom Toes,
Radiohead,
Loose Ends,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
Wally Richardson,
Animal Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Swans,
Second Layer,
The Walker Brothers,
Duran Duran,
The American Breed,
Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Mars,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sarah Menescal,
Marmalade,
June of 44,
Absolute Body Control,
David Bowie,
Chris Corsano,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker,
Scion,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül,
Joey Negro,
Cal Tjader,
Quantec,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.