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 Turkey and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun City Girls,
Newcleus,
China Crisis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fela Kuti,
Second Layer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Josef K,
Siglo XX,
Malaria!,
Alice Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
Al Stewart,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erasure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joyce Sims,
Roxette,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Pretty Things,
Judy Mowatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Black Dice,
Bad Manners,
Organ,
John Foxx,
Camouflage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Associates,
Television,
The Gories,
Hashim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sam Rivers,
DNA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gladiators,
The Barracudas,
Brand Nubian,
Scrapy,
Quantec,
Young Marble Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tom Boy,
Aloha Tigers,
Maurizio,
10cc,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.