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 United Kingdom and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Radiohead to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Cal Tjader,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Durutti Column,
Graham Central Station,
Ludus,
Flash Fearless,
Barrington Levy,
Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Angels of Light,
Buzzcocks,
Fad Gadget,
Arthur Verocai,
Groovy Waters,
Crooked Eye,
Ice-T,
The Residents,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantytec,
Letta Mbulu,
Yusef Lateef,
Technova,
Bill Wells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Main Source,
Joey Negro,
Tommy Roe,
The Modern Lovers,
Dawn Penn,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rod Modell,
The Golliwogs,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pop Group,
Bang On A Can,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacob Miller,
Minor Threat,
Average White Band,
Magma,
Desert Stars,
The Gories,
Maurizio,
Fela Kuti,
Scion,
Lou Christie,
DJ Style,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dennis Brown,
Tubeway Army,
Scientists,
Lalo Schifrin,
These Immortal Souls,
Whodini,
The Techniques,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.