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 Morocco and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Vainqueur to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Soul II Soul,
The Monochrome Set,
Ronan,
Peter and Kerry,
Yaz,
Spandau Ballet,
Deadbeat,
Unrelated Segments,
Fatback Band,
Aswad,
The Durutti Column,
Reagan Youth,
The Busters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Fat Boys,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quantec,
Zero Boys,
K-Klass,
Lalann,
Albert Ayler,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swans,
Prince Buster,
Panda Bear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Main Source,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nirvana,
John Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Almond,
The Move,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Con Funk Shun,
Eli Mardock,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Youth Brigade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roger Hodgson,
Nas,
The Fall,
Tubeway Army,
Alphaville,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.