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 Guinea-Bissau and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Funkadelic to the dance 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Letta Mbulu,
Japan,
Danielle Patucci,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vladislav Delay,
Stockholm Monsters,
Section 25,
The Fugs,
Loose Ends,
China Crisis,
Donny Hathaway,
Terry Callier,
The Neon Judgement,
Grey Daturas,
Main Source,
Unrelated Segments,
Skriet,
Black Bananas,
E-Dancer,
The Stooges,
The Red Krayola,
Accadde A,
T. Rex,
The Black Dice,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boredoms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moody Blues,
John Lydon,
Trumans Water,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hardrive,
Eric Dolphy,
Deepchord,
Silicon Teens,
Das Ding,
Sällskapet,
Max Romeo,
Moebius,
The Doors,
Con Funk Shun,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wally Richardson,
Scientists,
Charles Mingus,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dual Sessions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick Morgan,
Scion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.