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 Turkmenistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 The Pretty Things to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
JFA,
Ultra Naté,
Public Enemy,
Jacques Brel,
Franke,
Cameo,
David Axelrod,
Pylon,
Camouflage,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Hill,
Hot Snakes,
The Leaves,
Underground Resistance,
Maleditus Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Eli Mardock,
Lower 48,
Jerry's Kids,
Grey Daturas,
A Certain Ratio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Machine,
Darondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minnie Riperton,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang On A Can,
The Seeds,
Pole,
Circle Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blancmange,
K-Klass,
The Electric Prunes,
Nico,
B.T. Express,
Ten City,
Technova,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
the Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
Saccharine Trust,
L. Decosne,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare,
The Zeros,
Fatback Band,
Anakelly,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
cv313,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.