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 Barbados and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 FM Einheit to the punk 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers,
The J.B.'s,
Scientists,
Ultimate Spinach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kevin Saunderson,
Carl Craig,
kango's stein massive,
The Red Krayola,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camouflage,
The Neon Judgement,
Junior Murvin,
KRS-One,
Moby Grape,
Urselle,
Average White Band,
10cc,
Anakelly,
Motorama,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visage,
The Barracudas,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick May,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gladiators,
Essential Logic,
Gang Green,
Oblivians,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
PIL,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Connie Case,
Ronan,
Sugar Minott,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Evens,
New York Dolls,
Josef K,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grey Daturas,
Bluetip,
Nils Olav,
Goldenarms,
Pierre Henry,
Interpol,
Jerry's Kids,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.