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 Eritrea and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Slackers to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Amazonics,
The Red Krayola,
FM Einheit,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Can,
Black Sheep,
Sight & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Lynne,
Tim Buckley,
Byron Stingily,
Pantaleimon,
D'Angelo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed,
China Crisis,
Main Source,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fatback Band,
The Skatalites,
Livin' Joy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blake Baxter,
Judy Mowatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lyres,
Gichy Dan,
The Motions,
Barbara Tucker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New York Dolls,
Technova,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joey Negro,
Arthur Verocai,
Mo-Dettes,
The Wake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hashim,
The Velvet Underground,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The J.B.'s,
Bush Tetras,
Thompson Twins,
The Fugs,
The Young Rascals,
Ornette Coleman,
B.T. Express,
The Raincoats,
Cluster,
Y Pants,
Gang of Four,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.