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 Yemen 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Mills,
Liliput,
The Leaves,
Peter and Kerry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pierre Henry,
Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
The Fortunes,
The Raincoats,
Audionom,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Smog,
The Misunderstood,
PIL,
Hasil Adkins,
John Lydon,
Funkadelic,
The Black Dice,
Oneida,
The Tremeloes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gun Club,
Robert Hood,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scion,
B.T. Express,
Harry Pussy,
KRS-One,
Sandy B,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mojo Men,
E-Dancer,
Sällskapet,
Gang Starr,
Sight & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
D'Angelo,
Todd Rundgren,
Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lee Hazlewood,
Depeche Mode,
A Certain Ratio,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Womack,
the Sonics,
Magazine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxette,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.