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 the UAE and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
DJ Sneak,
The Sonics,
Quadrant,
Black Sheep,
Connie Case,
ABC,
The Busters,
Japan,
Bill Wells,
Fela Kuti,
Fat Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shoche,
The Red Krayola,
Deakin,
Ohio Players,
Brick,
The Divine Comedy,
Harmonia,
Gerry Rafferty,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Kinks,
Skarface,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cosmic Jokers,
World's Most,
The Wake,
Jerry's Kids,
Morten Harket,
X-102,
Mo-Dettes,
Audionom,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
Michelle Simonal,
David Axelrod,
The Durutti Column,
Crash Course in Science,
Boz Scaggs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
Slave,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fuzztones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nirvana,
Juan Atkins,
Eurythmics,
Stereo Dub,
Cluster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.