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 Croatia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 World's Most to the dance 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Terry Callier,
KRS-One,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cramps,
The Grass Roots,
Flash Fearless,
ABBA,
China Crisis,
Brothers Johnson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Germs,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stetsasonic,
Cal Tjader,
CMW,
MC5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Stooges,
Fad Gadget,
London Community Gospel Choir,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Brick,
Rites of Spring,
Aaron Thompson,
Lakeside,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Bananas,
Peter and Kerry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Khruangbin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skriet,
Glenn Branca,
Country Teasers,
The Selecter,
Robert Wyatt,
Cybotron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grey Daturas,
Guru Guru,
Stiv Bators,
The Alarm Clocks,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fluxion,
Michelle Simonal,
The Skatalites,
Intrusion,
the Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pretty Things,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Youth Brigade,
Scion,
Idris Muhammad,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.