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 Italy and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Isaac Hayes to the grunge 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sarah Menescal,
Moby Grape,
Nick Fraelich,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sound,
Main Source,
Vladislav Delay,
Motorama,
The Fall,
John Foxx,
Clear Light,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Flag,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Almond,
Kerri Chandler,
Dark Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Henry Cow,
Drexciya,
The Fugs,
The Dead C,
John Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dennis Brown,
Shuggie Otis,
Circle Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott Heron,
New Order,
New York Dolls,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Sneak,
Fear,
Robert Hood,
Eurythmics,
Bauhaus,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Enemy,
The Velvet Underground,
Rufus Thomas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joyce Sims,
Ituana,
Kayak,
The Cowsills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Section 25,
Ludus,
Alphaville,
Radiohead,
Colin Newman,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.