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 Pakistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 The Trojans to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Michelle Simonal,
Archie Shepp,
Nik Kershaw,
The Barracudas,
Oneida,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Depeche Mode,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra,
Dark Day,
Ossler,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Wake,
Flipper,
Moebius,
Sällskapet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül,
The Moody Blues,
Marvin Gaye,
Mo-Dettes,
Zapp,
Outsiders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Duran Duran,
Franke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moby Grape,
Gang Starr,
Thompson Twins,
The Associates,
UT,
The Move,
Derrick May,
Flash Fearless,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deadbeat,
the Normal,
Arcadia,
Crime,
Desert Stars,
Scrapy,
X-101,
Sarah Menescal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Babytalk,
The Sound,
Visage,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.