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 Argentina and from New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kayak to the funk 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Sexual Harrassment,
Newcleus,
Gong,
Anakelly,
June Days,
Television Personalities,
Vladislav Delay,
Pylon,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantaleimon,
Crime,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris Corsano,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Order,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mojo Men,
Charles Mingus,
The Monks,
Q and Not U,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Byrd,
Technova,
Massinfluence,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Hasil Adkins,
The Leaves,
The Last Poets,
Swans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faraquet,
LL Cool J,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
Rapeman,
the Normal,
Joensuu 1685,
Kurtis Blow,
The Grass Roots,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick May,
Simply Red,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agent Orange,
Basic Channel,
The Motions,
Thee Headcoats,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Hill,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Raincoats,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Machine,
Bush Tetras,
JFA,
Laurel Aitken,
Eurythmics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.