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 South Sudan and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the techno 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dual Sessions,
Audionom,
The Moleskins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mad Mike,
Theoretical Girls,
Franke,
Japan,
Robert Görl,
New Order,
The Saints,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Infiniti,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gladiators,
Trumans Water,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skaos,
Pantaleimon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mummies,
New York Dolls,
Marc Almond,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tres Demented,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Real Kids,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monolake,
Davy DMX,
Arab on Radar,
Dead Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Pharoah Sanders,
EPMD,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
Swans,
Supertramp,
Bad Manners,
Crispian St. Peters,
Whodini,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Lynne,
New Age Steppers,
Can,
Soft Machine,
Aswad,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The United States of America,
A Certain Ratio,
The Selecter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Von Mondo,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.