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 Slovenia and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Desert Stars to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Lakeside,
Eric B and Rakim,
Parry Music,
Max Romeo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
Crooked Eye,
Subhumans,
DJ Sneak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Los Fastidios,
LL Cool J,
Ultravox,
the Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
B.T. Express,
The Mojo Men,
Zapp,
Faraquet,
Main Source,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fugazi,
The Fuzztones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pretty Things,
Aural Exciters,
Heaven 17,
Cecil Taylor,
Sugar Minott,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Görl,
The Music Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Whodini,
The Zeros,
Brick,
Interpol,
John Foxx,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Almond,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flash Fearless,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wire,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.