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 Gabon and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rap 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Warren Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
Mars,
Grey Daturas,
Ohio Players,
Peter and Kerry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pylon,
Roxette,
Circle Jerks,
Simply Red,
Arcadia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funkadelic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sam Rivers,
Hashim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James White and The Blacks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Pop Group,
the Bar-Kays,
Echospace,
MC5,
Little Man,
Easy Going,
A Certain Ratio,
Severed Heads,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gichy Dan,
Young Marble Giants,
The Golliwogs,
Kenny Larkin,
Skarface,
Camouflage,
The Five Americans,
The Fortunes,
Hoover,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nas,
Marine Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Minny Pops,
The Gap Band,
The Music Machine,
The Vogues,
Rufus Thomas,
The Human League,
Section 25,
The J.B.'s,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.