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 Korea North and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Man Parrish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Minny Pops,
John Foxx,
Moby Grape,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
Ludus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Connie Case,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fat Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABC,
Japan,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed,
Quantec,
Interpol,
The Trojans,
Terry Callier,
10cc,
Soul II Soul,
The Durutti Column,
Mantronix,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stereo Dub,
Aloha Tigers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
OOIOO,
The Mojo Men,
Zero Boys,
Newcleus,
Eve St. Jones,
Dual Sessions,
Joyce Sims,
Thee Headcoats,
Essential Logic,
New Order,
The Skatalites,
Flash Fearless,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Terry,
Banda Bassotti,
Brand Nubian,
the Association,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.