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 Namibia and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rotary Connection,
Don Cherry,
Stetsasonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Hood,
Joy Division,
Loose Ends,
Yusef Lateef,
Letta Mbulu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stiv Bators,
Duran Duran,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nik Kershaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donald Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
John Lydon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marvin Gaye,
Wings,
Black Pus,
Khruangbin,
Cybotron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry's Kids,
Crooked Eye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MC5,
Mission of Burma,
Basic Channel,
Minutemen,
James White and The Blacks,
Danielle Patucci,
Yaz,
The Tremeloes,
Thompson Twins,
The New Christs,
The Martian,
Michelle Simonal,
Howard Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
EPMD,
Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ten City,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
Outsiders,
Los Fastidios,
the Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maurizio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moebius,
Liliput,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.