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 France and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Lindisfarne to the funk 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zero Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerrie Biddell,
Infiniti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
L. Decosne,
Deadbeat,
Parry Music,
Crash Course in Science,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Mills,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Excepter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television Personalities,
Magazine,
The Cure,
Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
The Doors,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pussy Galore,
The Kinks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
One Last Wish,
Fluxion,
Ultra Naté,
Marvin Gaye,
Cymande,
Barrington Levy,
Deepchord,
Shoche,
DJ Style,
Chris Corsano,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erasure,
Sex Pistols,
a-ha,
Lower 48,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quantec,
Archie Shepp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pole,
X-Ray Spex,
The Tremeloes,
Flipper,
The Slits,
The Evens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Banda Bassotti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.