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 Djibouti and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 The Barracudas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chrome,
Sam Rivers,
Pulsallama,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Style,
The Trojans,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Howard Jones,
Ultra Naté,
Don Cherry,
U.S. Maple,
Ossler,
the Swans,
Liliput,
The Seeds,
Sandy B,
Inner City,
Wally Richardson,
KRS-One,
Dennis Brown,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Copeland,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fatback Band,
Negative Approach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Music Machine,
Masters at Work,
MC5,
Au Pairs,
Bush Tetras,
Eddi Front,
Harry Pussy,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scientists,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brass Construction,
DJ Sneak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monochrome Set,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Yazoo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Leaves,
Minny Pops,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.