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 Kiribati and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Angels of Light to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy Collins,
CMW,
Fear,
L. Decosne,
Dave Gahan,
Wally Richardson,
The Sound,
Gang of Four,
The Black Dice,
Q and Not U,
Zero Boys,
Half Japanese,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Banda Bassotti,
The J.B.'s,
The Fuzztones,
Rosa Yemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monolake,
The Kinks,
Symarip,
Darondo,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nik Kershaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Martian,
Moby Grape,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Outsiders,
One Last Wish,
Unwound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cecil Taylor,
Connie Case,
The Sonics,
The Mummies,
Guru Guru,
The Dead C,
Junior Murvin,
Brass Construction,
Aswad,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Hill,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Aural Exciters,
The Gories,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Pus,
Stiv Bators,
The Doors,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hardrive,
Ornette Coleman,
T. Rex,
Ultra Naté,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.