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 Gambia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The Music Machine,
Brick,
Symarip,
Deadbeat,
Public Enemy,
Japan,
Rotary Connection,
Crime,
Prince Buster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doors,
The Trojans,
Alphaville,
Aaron Thompson,
Sixth Finger,
New Age Steppers,
Mark Hollis,
Tres Demented,
The Grass Roots,
Ohio Players,
Hashim,
Joe Finger,
Lou Christie,
Bang On A Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blake Baxter,
Zapp,
Bobby Womack,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hoover,
Gang Starr,
kango's stein massive,
E-Dancer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Whodini,
La Düsseldorf,
Graham Central Station,
Blancmange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Sheep,
B.T. Express,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Isaac Hayes,
Darondo,
Jawbox,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Pus,
The Cowsills,
Negative Approach,
Hardrive,
Delta 5,
Boz Scaggs,
Toni Rubio,
Suicide,
Con Funk Shun,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.