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 Comoros and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Slick Rick to the grime 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
The Dead C,
Scan 7,
Ken Boothe,
Ornette Coleman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Green,
Joy Division,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mars,
Mo-Dettes,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
R.M.O.,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fortunes,
Barry Ungar,
Stetsasonic,
The United States of America,
Camouflage,
The Litter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mojo Men,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dave Gahan,
UT,
Marvin Gaye,
Supertramp,
This Heat,
the Slits,
Easy Going,
Joey Negro,
Sandy B,
Freddie Wadling,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Isaac Hayes,
The Star Department,
Lalann,
Warren Ellis,
The New Christs,
Mark Hollis,
Ronan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fluxion,
Nirvana,
Rufus Thomas,
Cal Tjader,
Zapp,
Brand Nubian,
Steve Hackett,
Kerrie Biddell,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pierre Henry,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.