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 Benin and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Andrew Hill to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Talk Talk,
June Days,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Inner City,
Tommy Roe,
The Names,
Idris Muhammad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kas Product,
Alice Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pierre Henry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dirtbombs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monolake,
Mars,
Eli Mardock,
Sandy B,
Barrington Levy,
Rufus Thomas,
Shoche,
Sonic Youth,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DNA,
The Walker Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
La Düsseldorf,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Style,
Deadbeat,
Nils Olav,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Kurtis Blow,
Moby Grape,
Ossler,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Neu!,
Brick,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.