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 Uzbekistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 The Last Poets to the disco 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '70s.
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 Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Babytalk,
Quantec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
Brand Nubian,
New Age Steppers,
Davy DMX,
Henry Cow,
The Kinks,
Junior Murvin,
T.S.O.L.,
T. Rex,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Litter,
Eddi Front,
the Normal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echospace,
Negative Approach,
This Heat,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Fraelich,
Archie Shepp,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Kas Product,
Make Up,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barbara Tucker,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cramps,
Stereo Dub,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Newcleus,
JFA,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Almond,
Eve St. Jones,
Grey Daturas,
The Saints,
Ten City,
R.M.O.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flipper,
Pharoah Sanders,
a-ha,
ABBA,
Guru Guru,
Mary Jane Girls,
cv313,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Schoolly D,
Funkadelic,
Charles Mingus,
Gabor Szabo,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.