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 Uruguay and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slave to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The Mummies,
CMW,
Interpol,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Hood,
the Slits,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick May,
Don Cherry,
Cybotron,
Magazine,
Black Bananas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ludus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Morten Harket,
Moss Icon,
Pagans,
Rapeman,
Darondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magma,
Pulsallama,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sällskapet,
Roger Hodgson,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers,
Sister Nancy,
Nas,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry's Kids,
Thompson Twins,
The Beau Brummels,
Intrusion,
Wire,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ituana,
Arab on Radar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June Days,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Clarke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skarface,
Kayak,
Jacob Miller,
Jacques Brel,
Nico,
Flash Fearless,
K-Klass,
Trumans Water,
Pantytec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
Eddi Front,
Isaac Hayes,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.