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 Sudan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Michelle Simonal to the grime 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds 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 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Lyres,
LL Cool J,
Underground Resistance,
Bad Manners,
Young Marble Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Urselle,
Pussy Galore,
Lakeside,
Popol Vuh,
Soulsonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
the Sonics,
Minny Pops,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Light Orchestra,
CMW,
Aloha Tigers,
Josef K,
In Retrospect,
The Stooges,
Todd Terry,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
8 Eyed Spy,
The United States of America,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy Collins,
X-Ray Spex,
Joy Division,
Bill Wells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Bowie,
Donald Byrd,
Tres Demented,
The Five Americans,
Jawbox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Model 500,
Rod Modell,
Black Moon,
Absolute Body Control,
R.M.O.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hoover,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Parry Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Barracudas,
F. McDonald,
Cymande,
Tears for Fears,
Bronski Beat,
This Heat,
Mars,
Monks,
48th St. Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
The Saints,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.