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 Serbia 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Interpol to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Desert Stars,
Slave,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Terry,
Duran Duran,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jawbox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Smog,
The Last Poets,
Donny Hathaway,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers,
DNA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scratch Acid,
Isaac Hayes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scientists,
The Selecter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cal Tjader,
The Dirtbombs,
Infiniti,
Ronnie Foster,
The Count Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Fugazi,
Japan,
Altered Images,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Silicon Teens,
Leonard Cohen,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Style,
Radiohead,
Grey Daturas,
Babytalk,
Steve Hackett,
Ossler,
Mo-Dettes,
Gong,
Masters at Work,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moleskins,
The Happenings,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Byrd,
Prince Buster,
Aswad,
The Toasters,
Joe Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
Television,
Fela Kuti,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.