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 Syria and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rock 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Amazonics,
Crooked Eye,
David Bowie,
Deadbeat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bob Dylan,
kango's stein massive,
Charles Mingus,
The Cramps,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
Urselle,
Dennis Brown,
Los Fastidios,
Metal Thangz,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick May,
Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Zeros,
Steve Hackett,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fatback Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Yazoo,
Hardrive,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The American Breed,
Scion,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fall,
Reuben Wilson,
Aaron Thompson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Icehouse,
Marc Almond,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Talk Talk,
Joyce Sims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Human League,
Crime,
The Five Americans,
Leonard Cohen,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dirtbombs,
Joey Negro,
Eve St. Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echospace,
Hashim,
Andrew Hill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ossler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.