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 Tunisia and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 Tubeway Army to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Selecter,
The Slackers,
Moebius,
Fear,
Rufus Thomas,
Joyce Sims,
Yazoo,
Average White Band,
The Saints,
The Gladiators,
Aural Exciters,
Qualms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brick,
The Seeds,
The American Breed,
Cluster,
Little Man,
Absolute Body Control,
Kaleidoscope,
8 Eyed Spy,
Smog,
Derrick May,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harmonia,
Marc Almond,
Blancmange,
Symarip,
Whodini,
Unwound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aaron Thompson,
Lungfish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tom Boy,
Simply Red,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camberwell Now,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Byrd,
The Move,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
Moss Icon,
One Last Wish,
Max Romeo,
Terry Callier,
Index,
Alison Limerick,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerri Chandler,
OOIOO,
The Slits,
Erasure,
Motorama,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.