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 Malawi and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Eli Mardock to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Todd Terry,
Brass Construction,
X-Ray Spex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anthony Braxton,
Josef K,
Fela Kuti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yellowson,
Graham Central Station,
Aaron Thompson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Selecter,
Simply Red,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cybotron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funky Four + One,
Gabor Szabo,
Susan Cadogan,
Surgeon,
Deakin,
Wally Richardson,
The Dirtbombs,
Wings,
Lucky Dragons,
Fat Boys,
Los Fastidios,
The Blackbyrds,
Flash Fearless,
Brothers Johnson,
Camberwell Now,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fatback Band,
Ultra Naté,
Unrelated Segments,
Radio Birdman,
Ronnie Foster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terry Callier,
Rotary Connection,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Almond,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gories,
Lyres,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-102,
Colin Newman,
Ossler,
Derrick Morgan,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scratch Acid,
Sonny Sharrock,
China Crisis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.