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 Iraq and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Marshall Jefferson to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Grass Roots,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dual Sessions,
KRS-One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare,
Juan Atkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barrington Levy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
LL Cool J,
The New Christs,
Robert Wyatt,
Scratch Acid,
Pantytec,
Harry Pussy,
The Monochrome Set,
New Order,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultravox,
Crime,
Los Fastidios,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flash Fearless,
Brass Construction,
Y Pants,
Moss Icon,
Cheater Slicks,
Soulsonic Force,
Quadrant,
Prince Buster,
Charles Mingus,
The Slackers,
Derrick May,
Slave,
Amazonics,
Albert Ayler,
Bluetip,
Maleditus Sound,
Symarip,
Television Personalities,
Au Pairs,
Rotary Connection,
Idris Muhammad,
Glenn Branca,
Zapp,
The United States of America,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
Sister Nancy,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.