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 the UAE and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
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 808 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 Cheater Slicks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Slick Rick,
Crime,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gladiators,
Index,
The Evens,
Bush Tetras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-101,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Television,
Fatback Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moss Icon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
cv313,
Simply Red,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Sherman,
The Young Rascals,
Malaria!,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fortunes,
John Lydon,
Outsiders,
Dark Day,
Kenny Larkin,
Hashim,
Trumans Water,
Tubeway Army,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
The Velvet Underground,
Camberwell Now,
L. Decosne,
the Human League,
World's Most,
Y Pants,
Con Funk Shun,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scrapy,
Cameo,
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
T. Rex,
Joy Division,
LL Cool J,
The Wake,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June Days,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.