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 Belarus 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Groovy Waters to the funk 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monks,
The Misunderstood,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gladiators,
DJ Style,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wings,
Dorothy Ashby,
Magma,
Q65,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tommy Roe,
Marvin Gaye,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funkadelic,
Index,
Slave,
Mad Mike,
The Invisible,
Sight & Sound,
10cc,
Hardrive,
Surgeon,
China Crisis,
Yusef Lateef,
Accadde A,
Steve Hackett,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
the Sonics,
Panda Bear,
Black Moon,
Icehouse,
Section 25,
Thompson Twins,
Crooked Eye,
Monks,
K-Klass,
Byron Stingily,
In Retrospect,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
Nirvana,
Schoolly D,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Association,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Wells,
the Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultravox,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moleskins,
X-102,
Joe Finger,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.