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 Kosovo and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 X-Ray Spex to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
Curtis Mayfield,
PIL,
Desert Stars,
MC5,
Yaz,
Josef K,
Goldenarms,
Sandy B,
Index,
Sugar Minott,
The Shadows of Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
Mo-Dettes,
Second Layer,
Bad Manners,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slits,
a-ha,
Blancmange,
Skriet,
The Dead C,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flipper,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Stooges,
Hardrive,
Negative Approach,
Wasted Youth,
Slick Rick,
Barrington Levy,
The Fall,
Cybotron,
Talk Talk,
Mantronix,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Tremeloes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ice-T,
Steve Hackett,
Youth Brigade,
The Durutti Column,
Prince Buster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeff Lynne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anakelly,
The Star Department,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang On A Can,
Erykah Badu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.