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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Minnie Riperton to the grunge 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Black Moon,
MDC,
Half Japanese,
Arab on Radar,
Moebius,
Minnie Riperton,
Iggy Pop,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Searchers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
Liliput,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter and Kerry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grey Daturas,
Hasil Adkins,
One Last Wish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Altered Images,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minor Threat,
X-101,
Cluster,
The Durutti Column,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Underground Resistance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
ABBA,
D'Angelo,
Panda Bear,
Dennis Brown,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra,
New Age Steppers,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare,
Dark Day,
Yazoo,
Robert Görl,
Severed Heads,
Crime,
Dawn Penn,
Eli Mardock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Offenders,
Mission of Burma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Pop Group,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dead C,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zero Boys,
Accadde A,
ABC,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.