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 Moldova and from New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Man Parrish to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spoonie Gee,
Prince Buster,
PIL,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monks,
Cymande,
Zapp,
Niagra,
The Barracudas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Holt,
Smog,
Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gun Club,
Kayak,
Agent Orange,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brothers Johnson,
The Raincoats,
Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
The Slackers,
Hot Snakes,
The Remains,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Sherman,
Barbara Tucker,
Pere Ubu,
Swell Maps,
Public Enemy,
Lyres,
Cameo,
Siglo XX,
Bill Near,
Al Stewart,
The Techniques,
John Foxx,
Malaria!,
Jeff Lynne,
Crime,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Terry,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smoke,
Joey Negro,
Arthur Verocai,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zero Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.