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 Nepal and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Dark Day to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Al Stewart,
The Doors,
Sixth Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The American Breed,
Bluetip,
Stetsasonic,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Idris Muhammad,
Main Source,
Isaac Hayes,
Index,
Nils Olav,
The Offenders,
Laurel Aitken,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Fraelich,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Görl,
Marmalade,
Ludus,
Prince Buster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul II Soul,
Terry Callier,
The Alarm Clocks,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aloha Tigers,
Talk Talk,
Gong,
Model 500,
Make Up,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lindisfarne,
Porter Ricks,
Agitation Free,
The Fortunes,
The Leaves,
Colin Newman,
Con Funk Shun,
Dual Sessions,
Heaven 17,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ken Boothe,
Joey Negro,
Wings,
Eddi Front,
Tropical Tobacco,
Buzzcocks,
Banda Bassotti,
China Crisis,
the Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
MDC,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.