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 Burundi and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Soul II Soul to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Peter and Kerry,
Zero Boys,
Deadbeat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Terry,
Lalann,
The Gap Band,
Al Stewart,
Khruangbin,
Skarface,
Max Romeo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mars,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Christie,
Au Pairs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deepchord,
Visage,
David Axelrod,
Smog,
DNA,
Donald Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Roger Hodgson,
The Tremeloes,
U.S. Maple,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kenny Larkin,
kango's stein massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Half Japanese,
Qualms,
Inner City,
Television Personalities,
Easy Going,
Nirvana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
Chris Corsano,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Loose Ends,
Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Osbourne,
E-Dancer,
New Age Steppers,
Monks,
Pierre Henry,
T.S.O.L.,
ABBA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Hill,
The Misunderstood,
Tubeway Army,
The Star Department,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.