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 Liberia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 K-Klass to the punk 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonny Sharrock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Terry,
Urselle,
Robert Wyatt,
Trumans Water,
K-Klass,
The Dead C,
ABC,
ABBA,
Arab on Radar,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sight & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
Bob Dylan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ohio Players,
Harry Pussy,
Siglo XX,
kango's stein massive,
Rakim,
The Wake,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Görl,
Ponytail,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tears for Fears,
The United States of America,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slackers,
Blake Baxter,
Inner City,
Althea and Donna,
David Axelrod,
Radio Birdman,
Deadbeat,
The Happenings,
The New Christs,
Duran Duran,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Max Romeo,
Franke,
Arthur Verocai,
Howard Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Accadde A,
Hoover,
Jeff Lynne,
Tom Boy,
Derrick Morgan,
Simply Red,
Ossler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.