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 Senegal and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Malaria!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moss Icon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Halsall,
Yusef Lateef,
Marcia Griffiths,
Index,
Judy Mowatt,
Sex Pistols,
Groovy Waters,
Pagans,
Joe Finger,
Brick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Qualms,
the Association,
Ultravox,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blues Magoos,
The Five Americans,
Grauzone,
The Mojo Men,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pulsallama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Trumans Water,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deepchord,
The Trojans,
PIL,
Zapp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
JFA,
Slave,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Bar-Kays,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxette,
The Slackers,
Sparks,
Outsiders,
Supertramp,
Gong,
Althea and Donna,
The Golliwogs,
Camberwell Now,
Pussy Galore,
The Gladiators,
The Searchers,
Ponytail,
Eurythmics,
The Seeds,
Fugazi,
Don Cherry,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.