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 Congo and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Sexual Harrassment to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Neil Young,
Model 500,
Slave,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Wally Richardson,
X-102,
Cybotron,
JFA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Max Romeo,
Aural Exciters,
Sam Rivers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Basic Channel,
Lungfish,
Cecil Taylor,
The Offenders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alison Limerick,
Byron Stingily,
The Seeds,
Moebius,
Lakeside,
Stiv Bators,
Whodini,
Television,
Dead Boys,
Josef K,
Infiniti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visage,
Fluxion,
June of 44,
Rapeman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donny Hathaway,
Drexciya,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magazine,
Loose Ends,
Black Bananas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantytec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Görl,
Shuggie Otis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Technova,
Half Japanese,
Joey Negro,
Average White Band,
Alton Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Charles Mingus,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.