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 Haiti and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Carl Craig to the rap 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Neu!,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ohio Players,
Nirvana,
Eurythmics,
The Toasters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Cameo,
Chrome,
June of 44,
Massinfluence,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare,
Dawn Penn,
Faust,
ABC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris Corsano,
Spandau Ballet,
Ten City,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cramps,
Bronski Beat,
The Skatalites,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delta 5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sugar Minott,
Josef K,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joey Negro,
Soft Machine,
Pagans,
Terry Callier,
Lindisfarne,
La Düsseldorf,
Sex Pistols,
Angry Samoans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
R.M.O.,
Average White Band,
Hot Snakes,
Warren Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
Susan Cadogan,
Magazine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Teasers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Agent Orange,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers,
Brick,
Byron Stingily,
MC5,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.