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 Liechtenstein and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Rosa Yemen to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Alice Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
Patti Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy Collins,
PIL,
Aural Exciters,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gichy Dan,
Porter Ricks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-101,
Adolescents,
Crash Course in Science,
Eve St. Jones,
Basic Channel,
The Fall,
Rapeman,
Ice-T,
Donny Hathaway,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
B.T. Express,
Fugazi,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Görl,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Second Layer,
Zero Boys,
Ituana,
Black Sheep,
The American Breed,
The Happenings,
Fad Gadget,
Gang of Four,
Sun City Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kaleidoscope,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ossler,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sarah Menescal,
T.S.O.L.,
Interpol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Archie Shepp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Godley & Creme,
The Pop Group,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.