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 Dominican Republic and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Public Image Ltd. to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light 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?
Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Bananas,
Marmalade,
The Moody Blues,
Yellowson,
the Human League,
Ludus,
Radiohead,
Fear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Techniques,
The Gap Band,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül,
Mad Mike,
The Music Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Franke,
Schoolly D,
Underground Resistance,
Terry Callier,
The Happenings,
Minnie Riperton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deakin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
La Düsseldorf,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cowsills,
Junior Murvin,
Flipper,
Marvin Gaye,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swell Maps,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry's Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
Pantaleimon,
This Heat,
Joe Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heaven 17,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cybotron,
Barbara Tucker,
OOIOO,
The Moleskins,
Shoche,
Roxy Music,
Mars,
Boz Scaggs,
The Move,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.