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 Russia and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 D'Angelo to the techno 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Television Personalities,
Leonard Cohen,
China Crisis,
Saccharine Trust,
Magazine,
Henry Cow,
Drexciya,
Cameo,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flamin' Groovies,
Idris Muhammad,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boz Scaggs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Al Stewart,
The Angels of Light,
The Associates,
The Toasters,
Tom Boy,
Parry Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Godley & Creme,
The Five Americans,
The Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mission of Burma,
Connie Case,
Joyce Sims,
Jeru the Damaja,
Erykah Badu,
Scientists,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sex Pistols,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Sherman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Buzzcocks,
Blossom Toes,
Janne Schatter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thee Headcoats,
Fela Kuti,
Lucky Dragons,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crash Course in Science,
cv313,
In Retrospect,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Excepter,
48th St. Collective,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.