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 Armenia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Ludus to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
X-102,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker,
Soulsonic Force,
Parry Music,
The Walker Brothers,
Easy Going,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dirtbombs,
The Motions,
Slick Rick,
Gong,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nik Kershaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arcadia,
Skarface,
Public Enemy,
PIL,
Simply Red,
John Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
Soul II Soul,
The Tremeloes,
Nils Olav,
The Monochrome Set,
Dawn Penn,
Infiniti,
ABC,
Los Fastidios,
The Moleskins,
Jacob Miller,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Osbourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
The Toasters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Franke,
Robert Hood,
Lou Christie,
Livin' Joy,
Average White Band,
the Human League,
Buzzcocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rotary Connection,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pierre Henry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alphaville,
The Blackbyrds,
The Litter,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.