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 Zimbabwe and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Pop Group to the rap 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Main Source,
Marc Almond,
Glenn Branca,
10cc,
the Germs,
David Axelrod,
MC5,
Deadbeat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moody Blues,
The Litter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arthur Verocai,
One Last Wish,
The Selecter,
Ultravox,
Josef K,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pole,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Parry Music,
Nirvana,
Marmalade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Max Romeo,
Television,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Rundgren,
D'Angelo,
Skaos,
Quando Quango,
Zapp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
KRS-One,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mark Hollis,
The Seeds,
Hashim,
Qualms,
Mars,
Y Pants,
Fatback Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
Can,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wally Richardson,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Fat Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Curtis Mayfield,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.