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 Cape Verde and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Minnie Riperton to the rock 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Essential Logic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Bar-Kays,
Deepchord,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Foxx,
The Happenings,
The Alarm Clocks,
La Düsseldorf,
Sound Behaviour,
Pylon,
Letta Mbulu,
cv313,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glenn Branca,
The Birthday Party,
Jacques Brel,
Tim Buckley,
The Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dead C,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unwound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quando Quango,
Moss Icon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxette,
Lou Christie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Sneak,
John Coltrane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Graham Central Station,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül II,
Al Stewart,
The Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
One Last Wish,
Crooked Eye,
Interpol,
B.T. Express,
Scientists,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
Monks,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra,
The Litter,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
World's Most,
Livin' Joy,
Agent Orange,
Desert Stars,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.