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 Sudan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Tomorrow to the crunk 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Whodini,
Magazine,
The Monks,
The Kinks,
Tom Boy,
Trumans Water,
Thee Headcoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Enemy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fuzztones,
Essential Logic,
John Foxx,
Zapp,
Deakin,
Can,
Minnie Riperton,
Altered Images,
Joe Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
Iggy Pop,
The Grass Roots,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arab on Radar,
Lakeside,
Easy Going,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agent Orange,
D'Angelo,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantaleimon,
Black Bananas,
Section 25,
Alphaville,
Lou Christie,
Main Source,
Gang Green,
The Skatalites,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lightning Bolt,
Flash Fearless,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grauzone,
ABC,
Ten City,
Ohio Players,
Jacob Miller,
The Offenders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tres Demented,
Peter & Gordon,
Q65,
Archie Shepp,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.