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 Jordan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Symarip to the jazz 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young,
Spandau Ballet,
Moebius,
Agitation Free,
FM Einheit,
Fad Gadget,
Pagans,
Lee Hazlewood,
This Heat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Smooth,
The Zeros,
Glenn Branca,
Adolescents,
Saccharine Trust,
The Remains,
The Human League,
Nirvana,
Hoover,
Cybotron,
Pussy Galore,
The Smiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
The Durutti Column,
Thee Headcoats,
Gichy Dan,
Fat Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Brick,
The Kinks,
kango's stein massive,
Duran Duran,
Index,
Shoche,
Hasil Adkins,
Tres Demented,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
Brass Construction,
AZ,
The Divine Comedy,
The Evens,
Siglo XX,
Eddi Front,
Bronski Beat,
Cecil Taylor,
The Knickerbockers,
Jimmy McGriff,
UT,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Grass Roots,
Pere Ubu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kurtis Blow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.