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 Papua New Guinea and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Colin Newman to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
June Days,
Ponytail,
Scan 7,
Skarface,
Carl Craig,
Franke,
JFA,
Iggy Pop,
Average White Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Intrusion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Style,
Fluxion,
David McCallum,
Arcadia,
Jeru the Damaja,
MC5,
The Count Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Trumans Water,
Ultravox,
Joe Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ituana,
Joyce Sims,
Josef K,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Adolescents,
Fela Kuti,
Japan,
Piero Umiliani,
Second Layer,
D'Angelo,
H. Thieme,
Bang On A Can,
The Gap Band,
Tears for Fears,
The Busters,
Janne Schatter,
Ice-T,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Lynne,
Babytalk,
Aswad,
Todd Rundgren,
FM Einheit,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blackbyrds,
David Axelrod,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young,
Yazoo,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.