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 Spain and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Idris Muhammad to the techno 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Pierre Henry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slick Rick,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Outsiders,
the Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pussy Galore,
Laurel Aitken,
Second Layer,
Simply Red,
Harry Pussy,
The Monks,
Mandrill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stereo Dub,
Wings,
Jeff Lynne,
Minutemen,
Hot Snakes,
Isaac Hayes,
The Leaves,
The Smoke,
The Music Machine,
Anakelly,
Television Personalities,
Lindisfarne,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash,
Negative Approach,
Steve Hackett,
Newcleus,
Chris & Cosey,
Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
Angry Samoans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Byrd,
Rotary Connection,
Grauzone,
The Last Poets,
Black Pus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül,
Ohio Players,
Ituana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fugazi,
Scion,
Funkadelic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick May,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.