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 China and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 JFA to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Los Fastidios,
Flipper,
David Bowie,
The Martian,
Stereo Dub,
Public Enemy,
Bill Near,
Jimmy McGriff,
New York Dolls,
B.T. Express,
Mr. Review,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Groovy Waters,
The Move,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maleditus Sound,
Procol Harum,
Minny Pops,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Godley & Creme,
The Human League,
Duran Duran,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lightning Bolt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
AZ,
Ronnie Foster,
Davy DMX,
Depeche Mode,
Nas,
Country Teasers,
World's Most,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers,
The Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
This Heat,
Television Personalities,
Radiohead,
Fad Gadget,
Oblivians,
Glambeats Corp.,
UT,
Gang of Four,
Funky Four + One,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
Metal Thangz,
Suicide,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.