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 Taiwan and from London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Grass Roots to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q and Not U,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Pus,
The Durutti Column,
Nico,
Japan,
Ludus,
Bluetip,
Toni Rubio,
Deepchord,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cramps,
Gong,
Crime,
Pantytec,
Arab on Radar,
Arcadia,
Slave,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Green,
Yusef Lateef,
48th St. Collective,
Scratch Acid,
The Velvet Underground,
Bob Dylan,
Henry Cow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scientists,
The Saints,
Marmalade,
The Busters,
Echospace,
The Dead C,
Marvin Gaye,
Brick,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eli Mardock,
Circle Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Cale,
Lou Reed,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mojo Men,
Pagans,
Skarface,
Derrick Morgan,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.