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 Sri Lanka and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Desert Stars to the rock 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Simply Red,
Q and Not U,
Idris Muhammad,
Rufus Thomas,
Sister Nancy,
The Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Selecter,
Youth Brigade,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Star Department,
Pulsallama,
Gong,
Davy DMX,
Tubeway Army,
Black Sheep,
Sandy B,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lakeside,
The Shadows of Knight,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aswad,
Guru Guru,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Mills,
The Grass Roots,
The Young Rascals,
The Litter,
Wasted Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kaleidoscope,
The Busters,
DJ Sneak,
The Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
Goldenarms,
Lightning Bolt,
Flash Fearless,
Colin Newman,
DNA,
Mantronix,
Yaz,
Brass Construction,
New Order,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed,
The Stooges,
Crash Course in Science,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Martian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joy Division,
China Crisis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Piero Umiliani,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Howard Jones,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.