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 Guatemala and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grime 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
JFA,
The Buckinghams,
Soulsonic Force,
Guru Guru,
Procol Harum,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joyce Sims,
Sound Behaviour,
Fela Kuti,
Marine Girls,
The Misunderstood,
John Foxx,
Dark Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Clarke,
MDC,
Connie Case,
Fad Gadget,
the Fania All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Sheep,
The Alarm Clocks,
Urselle,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liliput,
Smog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fire Engines,
Excepter,
Bronski Beat,
Black Moon,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cowsills,
Au Pairs,
Eric Copeland,
Fat Boys,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Sneak,
Anakelly,
Donny Hathaway,
The New Christs,
the Slits,
Mars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cure,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scan 7,
Iggy Pop,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rod Modell,
Main Source,
Cymande,
Alison Limerick,
Niagra,
June Days,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.