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 Thailand and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Crime to the crunk 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Depeche Mode,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mantronix,
MDC,
Malaria!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül II,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Khruangbin,
John Coltrane,
Deakin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Moon,
Vainqueur,
K-Klass,
Guru Guru,
Todd Terry,
Mission of Burma,
Byron Stingily,
The Doors,
Bob Dylan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liliput,
Technova,
Joe Smooth,
Hashim,
Erasure,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacob Miller,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Panda Bear,
Morten Harket,
the Slits,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul II Soul,
Harry Pussy,
Interpol,
The Happenings,
The Remains,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sound,
Little Man,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marvin Gaye,
U.S. Maple,
Black Flag,
Saccharine Trust,
Yusef Lateef,
Magma,
Unwound,
Pagans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.