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 Ivory Coast and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Yaz to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
The Victims,
Skriet,
Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Durutti Column,
MDC,
Ice-T,
Sound Behaviour,
Flash Fearless,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Dolphy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Main Source,
Brass Construction,
Au Pairs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sonics,
Gang Starr,
Lungfish,
Ossler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nils Olav,
Sugar Minott,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
AZ,
The Saints,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Star Department,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quadrant,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül,
KRS-One,
Royal Trux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swell Maps,
the Germs,
These Immortal Souls,
Agitation Free,
Cheater Slicks,
Sister Nancy,
The Leaves,
Fatback Band,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wings,
Talk Talk,
Glenn Branca,
The Detroit Cobras,
Shoche,
X-Ray Spex,
Marvin Gaye,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.