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 Canada and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faraquet,
The Neon Judgement,
Eddi Front,
Derrick May,
Bobby Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June Days,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rakim,
Nas,
Brand Nubian,
Wolf Eyes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Holt,
Nico,
Joyce Sims,
Bauhaus,
Spandau Ballet,
Mark Hollis,
OOIOO,
Vladislav Delay,
David Axelrod,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lyres,
Au Pairs,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pretty Things,
The Dave Clark Five,
New York Dolls,
The Invisible,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gong,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed,
Adolescents,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tom Boy,
Magma,
The Gun Club,
Swell Maps,
Neu!,
Hardrive,
New Age Steppers,
The Martian,
Sugar Minott,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Wake,
Yusef Lateef,
Fela Kuti,
Marmalade,
Stiv Bators,
Al Stewart,
Sex Pistols,
Funkadelic,
Nation of Ulysses,
The United States of America,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.