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 Malawi and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Rakim to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Slick Rick,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Almond,
Thompson Twins,
Dennis Brown,
Smog,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Remains,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skriet,
Tears for Fears,
Jeru the Damaja,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stetsasonic,
D'Angelo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moebius,
Swell Maps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlback,
These Immortal Souls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neu!,
Warsaw,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sound Behaviour,
Newcleus,
The Pop Group,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fad Gadget,
Interpol,
Cymande,
Pere Ubu,
The New Christs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Don Cherry,
Joy Division,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Negative Approach,
Yellowson,
Bad Manners,
Black Bananas,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ohio Players,
New York Dolls,
Nik Kershaw,
OOIOO,
Minny Pops,
The Tremeloes,
Theoretical Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.