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 United States and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Soul II Soul to the jazz 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Eden Ahbez,
Blake Baxter,
Tears for Fears,
Shoche,
Al Stewart,
Essential Logic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reuben Wilson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alton Ellis,
Mars,
Eurythmics,
Con Funk Shun,
X-101,
Main Source,
Mark Hollis,
Magma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slick Rick,
Amazonics,
F. McDonald,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fuzztones,
Sixth Finger,
Junior Murvin,
FM Einheit,
Robert Görl,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echospace,
Ludus,
Chris Corsano,
The Fall,
Hot Snakes,
Monks,
Pylon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cure,
Swell Maps,
Kas Product,
Faraquet,
Rites of Spring,
The Fugs,
D'Angelo,
Minnie Riperton,
Whodini,
Jacob Miller,
The Dead C,
8 Eyed Spy,
Symarip,
The Misunderstood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kayak,
The Selecter,
Spoonie Gee,
The Victims,
Cal Tjader,
Procol Harum,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Order,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.