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 Bahamas and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Evens,
This Heat,
Jerry's Kids,
cv313,
Jeff Mills,
Danielle Patucci,
Bizarre Inc.,
Public Enemy,
Alphaville,
The Tremeloes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Golliwogs,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül II,
Stereo Dub,
Make Up,
Barrington Levy,
the Bar-Kays,
Maleditus Sound,
Heaven 17,
The Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker,
Panda Bear,
F. McDonald,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mandrill,
Magma,
Junior Murvin,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angry Samoans,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June of 44,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Sherman,
Groovy Waters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cecil Taylor,
La Düsseldorf,
The Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Althea and Donna,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Adolescents,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anakelly,
Procol Harum,
Yusef Lateef,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.