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 Sierra Leone and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rap 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie 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?
Soulsonic Force,
Ludus,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül II,
LL Cool J,
Smog,
Ponytail,
The Skatalites,
John Holt,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Starr,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Five Americans,
Fela Kuti,
Josef K,
Parry Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bronski Beat,
Eve St. Jones,
Nas,
Man Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
The Associates,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ituana,
Kurtis Blow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Little Man,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cure,
Sparks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Sneak,
Flash Fearless,
Dorothy Ashby,
Accadde A,
Reuben Wilson,
Camouflage,
F. McDonald,
Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
Organ,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faraquet,
Crash Course in Science,
Television,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Zeros,
Oneida,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mark Hollis,
Colin Newman,
The Knickerbockers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moleskins,
Rapeman,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.