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 Vanuatu and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Black Bananas to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bronski Beat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Connie Case,
kango's stein massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
Laurel Aitken,
The Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Model 500,
Kaleidoscope,
The Smoke,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Womack,
Blossom Toes,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Loose Ends,
Frankie Knuckles,
R.M.O.,
The Music Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scan 7,
The Wake,
Wings,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers,
Public Enemy,
The Real Kids,
Scientists,
The Evens,
Joe Finger,
Wally Richardson,
Sugar Minott,
Blancmange,
Lee Hazlewood,
These Immortal Souls,
Ice-T,
Nils Olav,
Ultravox,
Joyce Sims,
Urselle,
Severed Heads,
Kayak,
The Walker Brothers,
Maurizio,
Pylon,
The Victims,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Skatalites,
Hot Snakes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mandrill,
a-ha,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.