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 Mozambique and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Con Funk Shun to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Sneak,
Godley & Creme,
Skriet,
a-ha,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Desert Stars,
Japan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arthur Verocai,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
Cameo,
Man Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Starr,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Motions,
Funky Four + One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alice Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Selecter,
ABC,
The Buckinghams,
Audionom,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smoke,
Alton Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rites of Spring,
The Count Five,
Jacob Miller,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers,
Howard Jones,
Subhumans,
Morten Harket,
Qualms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Excepter,
The Searchers,
Masters at Work,
cv313,
Soulsonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
The Leaves,
The Skatalites,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Letta Mbulu,
Mr. Review,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.