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 Guyana and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the techno 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare,
Crash Course in Science,
Laurel Aitken,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Parry Music,
Unrelated Segments,
Janne Schatter,
Siglo XX,
Cal Tjader,
The Moody Blues,
Toni Rubio,
cv313,
Mantronix,
Alton Ellis,
The Techniques,
Mad Mike,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quadrant,
X-Ray Spex,
Arthur Verocai,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Youth Brigade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Adolescents,
Colin Newman,
Skarface,
Skaos,
Steve Hackett,
Ten City,
Soulsonic Force,
Duran Duran,
Stereo Dub,
Bang On A Can,
Al Stewart,
Nas,
Flipper,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Hood,
Sister Nancy,
The Saints,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mandrill,
The Move,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry's Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fugs,
B.T. Express,
Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
Symarip,
a-ha,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lindisfarne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slave,
Pylon,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.