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 Bulgaria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Donald Fagen 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 Skatalites to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monochrome Set,
Television Personalities,
Mad Mike,
Dennis Brown,
Stereo Dub,
Eve St. Jones,
Wasted Youth,
Chrome,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythm & Sound,
Index,
The Cramps,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Kinks,
La Düsseldorf,
Boredoms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Model 500,
Janne Schatter,
Talk Talk,
Smog,
Lou Reed,
Prince Buster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fad Gadget,
The Vogues,
New Order,
Junior Murvin,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Pus,
Ken Boothe,
Pantytec,
Graham Central Station,
Anakelly,
Magma,
The Invisible,
Quando Quango,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tropical Tobacco,
Livin' Joy,
Dorothy Ashby,
James White and The Blacks,
Infiniti,
Bluetip,
Cluster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ossler,
The Blackbyrds,
Interpol,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Scion,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.