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 Saudi Arabia and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rap 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Clear Light,
Eddi Front,
Soft Machine,
the Slits,
JFA,
The Star Department,
The Index,
The Moleskins,
Dennis Brown,
Symarip,
Brand Nubian,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fortunes,
Alphaville,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sixth Finger,
Von Mondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Faraquet,
D'Angelo,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Y Pants,
The Real Kids,
PIL,
Yusef Lateef,
Magazine,
Soulsonic Force,
This Heat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glenn Branca,
Das Ding,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flipper,
Pole,
A Certain Ratio,
Anakelly,
Angry Samoans,
Zero Boys,
Scientists,
Japan,
Index,
the Normal,
Yaz,
Oblivians,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fuzztones,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül,
Tropical Tobacco,
Technova,
The Pop Group,
Tres Demented,
Young Marble Giants,
LL Cool J,
Tubeway Army,
Royal Trux,
Livin' Joy,
Kerri Chandler,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.