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 Poland and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Eve St. Jones to the dance 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Moon,
Rufus Thomas,
Buzzcocks,
Wasted Youth,
The Martian,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gladiators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Leonard Cohen,
Brand Nubian,
Deakin,
Stiv Bators,
Neu!,
Sister Nancy,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Wake,
Cluster,
Public Enemy,
Mark Hollis,
The Doors,
F. McDonald,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Near,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Depeche Mode,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rapeman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agent Orange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lakeside,
Toni Rubio,
Whodini,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
JFA,
Dark Day,
Zero Boys,
Delta 5,
New York Dolls,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dave Gahan,
Gong,
Bad Manners,
Yusef Lateef,
Eddi Front,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rotary Connection,
Roxette,
KRS-One,
Thompson Twins,
Grey Daturas,
Mission of Burma,
the Normal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deadbeat,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.