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 Malawi 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Maurizio to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
48th St. Collective,
The Index,
The Residents,
The Selecter,
Godley & Creme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
Malaria!,
Royal Trux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Y Pants,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Hood,
Tom Boy,
Crooked Eye,
Warren Ellis,
Liliput,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zero Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Order,
Hot Snakes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smoke,
Graham Central Station,
John Foxx,
Yellowson,
Funkadelic,
The Young Rascals,
Second Layer,
Flipper,
Curtis Mayfield,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dead Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
UT,
a-ha,
The Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
Marcia Griffiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
Goldenarms,
Eli Mardock,
Colin Newman,
Cal Tjader,
A Certain Ratio,
Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Remains,
Arcadia,
the Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.