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 Jamaica and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 Johnny Osbourne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Quando Quango,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Byrd,
John Holt,
Arab on Radar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Skatalites,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Divine Comedy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bad Manners,
Moss Icon,
Y Pants,
Schoolly D,
The Durutti Column,
The Residents,
Siglo XX,
The Golliwogs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Enemy,
Funky Four + One,
Massinfluence,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Wyatt,
Grey Daturas,
Byron Stingily,
Pet Shop Boys,
Adolescents,
The Last Poets,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alice Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marcia Griffiths,
World's Most,
Country Teasers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oblivians,
The Cramps,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
Inner City,
Main Source,
The Zeros,
Lalann,
LL Cool J,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fall,
Duran Duran,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mark Hollis,
Stetsasonic,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Bourne,
Ponytail,
The Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mummies,
Juan Atkins,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.