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 Solomon Islands and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Aural Exciters to the techno 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Accadde A,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Associates,
Quantec,
The Evens,
The Tremeloes,
Loose Ends,
The Blackbyrds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
Symarip,
Fluxion,
The Mummies,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul II Soul,
Aaron Thompson,
The Grass Roots,
Con Funk Shun,
Flash Fearless,
Erykah Badu,
X-102,
Danielle Patucci,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cal Tjader,
David Bowie,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed,
Cluster,
The Leaves,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ossler,
ABBA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harmonia,
Talk Talk,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sex Pistols,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flipper,
the Fania All-Stars,
Motorama,
Henry Cow,
cv313,
Howard Jones,
The Motions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxette,
Rufus Thomas,
Nils Olav,
Popol Vuh,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dual Sessions,
Isaac Hayes,
kango's stein massive,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.