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 Gabon 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Joe Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
Excepter,
Leonard Cohen,
Malaria!,
Gabor Szabo,
The Motions,
The Selecter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
Steve Hackett,
Man Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
Iggy Pop,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heaven 17,
48th St. Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
World's Most,
Scrapy,
Easy Going,
Fatback Band,
In Retrospect,
Pagans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bluetip,
Ohio Players,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare,
Soul II Soul,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scion,
Grey Daturas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stiv Bators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yazoo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
U.S. Maple,
Sällskapet,
Qualms,
Tim Buckley,
Neu!,
The Buckinghams,
the Normal,
Mr. Review,
Half Japanese,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funky Four + One,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quando Quango,
Alphaville,
Robert Görl,
Unrelated Segments,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bob Dylan,
Byron Stingily,
Glenn Branca,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.