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 Chad and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Alice Coltrane to the dance 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
June Days,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Soft Cell,
Scion,
Brothers Johnson,
Wolf Eyes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crime,
Pylon,
Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
The Gories,
Marcia Griffiths,
a-ha,
Shoche,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mummies,
Bootsy Collins,
OOIOO,
Bush Tetras,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nik Kershaw,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sandy B,
Porter Ricks,
Rod Modell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rotary Connection,
LL Cool J,
Mark Hollis,
Junior Murvin,
Dead Boys,
Black Pus,
Technova,
Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxette,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Basic Channel,
The Happenings,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sparks,
The Pop Group,
The Human League,
In Retrospect,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Saints,
Ultravox,
Model 500,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.