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 Zambia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rap 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unrelated Segments,
Tears for Fears,
James White and The Blacks,
John Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABC,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Copeland,
The Martian,
The Toasters,
Easy Going,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Section 25,
Maleditus Sound,
The United States of America,
The Fall,
Monolake,
The Birthday Party,
The Skatalites,
EPMD,
The Move,
These Immortal Souls,
Pole,
Derrick May,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra,
Peter and Kerry,
K-Klass,
Eve St. Jones,
Rapeman,
Aloha Tigers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monochrome Set,
Suicide,
Moebius,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxy Music,
Saccharine Trust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alphaville,
Morten Harket,
Sonny Sharrock,
R.M.O.,
Trumans Water,
Qualms,
Outsiders,
Negative Approach,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cameo,
Accadde A,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Juan Atkins,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.