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 Germany and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grime 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Eric Copeland,
Dave Gahan,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalo Schifrin,
Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Essential Logic,
Zapp,
Mo-Dettes,
The Real Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smoke,
Clear Light,
Oblivians,
The Saints,
Flipper,
Aswad,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shoche,
Quantec,
Aural Exciters,
Interpol,
Donny Hathaway,
Q and Not U,
Tommy Roe,
Buzzcocks,
Kayak,
Little Man,
Sight & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Althea and Donna,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Finger,
Black Moon,
Faust,
Subhumans,
Funky Four + One,
Tres Demented,
The Red Krayola,
Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Almond,
Y Pants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Sneak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cybotron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Techniques,
Scrapy,
Anakelly,
Japan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.