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 Equatorial Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Minor Threat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Near,
Bill Wells,
Scan 7,
Boz Scaggs,
Cluster,
Lakeside,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stiv Bators,
Index,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lower 48,
Faraquet,
Bad Manners,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül II,
The American Breed,
Fela Kuti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Das Ding,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ice-T,
Black Flag,
The Selecter,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Pus,
Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
Tubeway Army,
The Fall,
Jeff Lynne,
Swell Maps,
Joe Finger,
Al Stewart,
Motorama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
Shoche,
The Cure,
KRS-One,
Soul II Soul,
The Cowsills,
Don Cherry,
John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jawbox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joey Negro,
Brass Construction,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.