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 Papua New Guinea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Invisible to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Essential Logic,
The Move,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultra Naté,
Unwound,
Moss Icon,
Yaz,
Los Fastidios,
Harmonia,
Supertramp,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Skatalites,
Tres Demented,
Pet Shop Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Offenders,
Kenny Larkin,
Ossler,
Liliput,
Amon Düül,
Angry Samoans,
Graham Central Station,
Silicon Teens,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Porter Ricks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Howard Jones,
The Kinks,
Max Romeo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Davy DMX,
Little Man,
Gang Starr,
Japan,
Mo-Dettes,
John Coltrane,
Urselle,
Quantec,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yazoo,
Can,
Inner City,
Television,
Slick Rick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pere Ubu,
Al Stewart,
David McCallum,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.