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 Cape Verde and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The J.B.'s 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crash Course in Science,
The Tremeloes,
Iggy Pop,
Scott Walker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Khruangbin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barrington Levy,
Gichy Dan,
Youth Brigade,
Marine Girls,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mojo Men,
The Sonics,
Shoche,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Saints,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Section 25,
Matthew Bourne,
Swell Maps,
Rotary Connection,
These Immortal Souls,
Adolescents,
Scratch Acid,
The Misunderstood,
The Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hoover,
kango's stein massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
Funky Four + One,
Slave,
Hardrive,
The Leaves,
The Moleskins,
Idris Muhammad,
Tim Buckley,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Surgeon,
Gang Starr,
Wings,
Cal Tjader,
Oblivians,
Grey Daturas,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacob Miller,
The Motions,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dirtbombs,
Boredoms,
The Moody Blues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.