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 Cuba 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Little Man to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Be Bop Deluxe,
This Heat,
Andrew Hill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonny Sharrock,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
R.M.O.,
The Trojans,
Alice Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Darondo,
The Gladiators,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moleskins,
Sixth Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry's Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Icehouse,
James White and The Blacks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young,
Banda Bassotti,
Funkadelic,
Jacques Brel,
Slave,
The Modern Lovers,
Sparks,
Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Iggy Pop,
Man Parrish,
Model 500,
Young Marble Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultravox,
The Skatalites,
Clear Light,
Intrusion,
Boredoms,
The Remains,
Bush Tetras,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABBA,
Byron Stingily,
Swell Maps,
The Cure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.