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 Albania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Kool Moe Dee to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Kinks,
The Techniques,
DJ Sneak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scientists,
Absolute Body Control,
Ten City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Archie Shepp,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronnie Foster,
The Motions,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Freddie Wadling,
D'Angelo,
Joey Negro,
Gang Green,
The Fuzztones,
Marine Girls,
Crime,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalann,
Kaleidoscope,
World's Most,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül II,
Parry Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wire,
The Human League,
Jeff Mills,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Womack,
Japan,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nas,
Mark Hollis,
Crash Course in Science,
The Red Krayola,
The Sound,
Jawbox,
Eurythmics,
Vladislav Delay,
Arcadia,
Prince Buster,
Ponytail,
LL Cool J,
F. McDonald,
Brick,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fall,
Siglo XX,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.