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 Sierra Leone and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Pulsallama to the rap 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bad Manners,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kevin Saunderson,
U.S. Maple,
Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
ABC,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tommy Roe,
Basic Channel,
Black Flag,
Brand Nubian,
Donny Hathaway,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minny Pops,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David McCallum,
Robert Görl,
The Stooges,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
This Heat,
Crime,
The Red Krayola,
Harry Pussy,
Goldenarms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quando Quango,
Dennis Brown,
Gong,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smoke,
World's Most,
Slave,
The Gun Club,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gap Band,
The Fuzztones,
Monolake,
Boz Scaggs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Steve Hackett,
The Young Rascals,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Enemy,
Pantytec,
Idris Muhammad,
48th St. Collective,
The Pop Group,
Hardrive,
Zapp,
Amazonics,
The Five Americans,
Soul II Soul,
The Gories,
Symarip,
Yusef Lateef,
Cybotron,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.