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 Laos and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Real Kids,
The Durutti Column,
Marine Girls,
John Holt,
June of 44,
Rapeman,
The Pretty Things,
Rufus Thomas,
Adolescents,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magma,
Scott Walker,
Bush Tetras,
Ossler,
Agitation Free,
Junior Murvin,
Max Romeo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Althea and Donna,
KRS-One,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alice Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Evens,
LL Cool J,
Crooked Eye,
Ponytail,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
10cc,
Essential Logic,
Jacob Miller,
Juan Atkins,
John Lydon,
Erykah Badu,
B.T. Express,
The Martian,
Drexciya,
Banda Bassotti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hasil Adkins,
Talk Talk,
the Human League,
Warsaw,
Khruangbin,
Zapp,
This Heat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Wyatt,
Audionom,
Yazoo,
Camouflage,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dead Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Basic Channel,
The Move,
Suburban Knight,
Sixth Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eddi Front,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.