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 Iraq and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
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 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 Metal Thangz to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
kango's stein massive,
Barry Ungar,
Howard Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Last Poets,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siglo XX,
CMW,
The Skatalites,
Hashim,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aloha Tigers,
The Misunderstood,
Michelle Simonal,
Simply Red,
Adolescents,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moby Grape,
The Five Americans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Basic Channel,
The Standells,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deakin,
the Bar-Kays,
Curtis Mayfield,
Technova,
Minny Pops,
Guru Guru,
Quando Quango,
The Knickerbockers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arcadia,
Zapp,
Black Sheep,
Nick Fraelich,
Japan,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Byrd,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Hood,
Marmalade,
PIL,
Niagra,
Mantronix,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rufus Thomas,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Searchers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.