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 Kiribati 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 Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 J.B.'s to the grunge 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Mo-Dettes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vladislav Delay,
The Star Department,
Gang Starr,
Mad Mike,
The Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
Magma,
Bad Manners,
Scientists,
Outsiders,
Scrapy,
Althea and Donna,
Procol Harum,
The Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
Technova,
Lyres,
Andrew Hill,
Funkadelic,
Circle Jerks,
John Foxx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ice-T,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agent Orange,
Deadbeat,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers,
Public Enemy,
Scan 7,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Associates,
Qualms,
New Age Steppers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Altered Images,
Slave,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharoah Sanders,
Main Source,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ornette Coleman,
UT,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radio Birdman,
Drexciya,
Connie Case,
Jimmy McGriff,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Half Japanese,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zero Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Grey Daturas,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.