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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thompson Twins to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
Public Enemy,
Joey Negro,
Pantytec,
Thompson Twins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Severed Heads,
Make Up,
Matthew Halsall,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marmalade,
Ronan,
Scrapy,
The Dirtbombs,
The Human League,
Main Source,
The Pop Group,
Laurel Aitken,
Joyce Sims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Judy Mowatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Velvet Underground,
Porter Ricks,
The Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
Au Pairs,
Hot Snakes,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Remains,
Fluxion,
Livin' Joy,
The Cramps,
Khruangbin,
Gang Starr,
Yazoo,
The Cowsills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Trojans,
Loose Ends,
Tom Boy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kayak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Zapp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kaleidoscope,
Morten Harket,
Cameo,
The Star Department,
JFA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.