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 Congo and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Smiths to the grime 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Blake Baxter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joyce Sims,
Niagra,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Clarke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Adolescents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Starr,
The Moleskins,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Wells,
The Wake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Excepter,
Arcadia,
AZ,
Basic Channel,
Charles Mingus,
The Stooges,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eddi Front,
The Gun Club,
Slick Rick,
Agitation Free,
Deadbeat,
ABC,
Dual Sessions,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Terry,
Depeche Mode,
Wire,
Qualms,
Tim Buckley,
Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
The Slackers,
Lindisfarne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Connie Case,
Maleditus Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Misunderstood,
Von Mondo,
David Axelrod,
Crash Course in Science,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
MDC,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.