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 Norway and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Isaac Hayes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxette,
The Count Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donny Hathaway,
T. Rex,
A Certain Ratio,
Funky Four + One,
Cheater Slicks,
KRS-One,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rapeman,
The Cramps,
The Smoke,
Sonic Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Alton Ellis,
Ice-T,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dead Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter & Gordon,
Monolake,
Fatback Band,
Fat Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Half Japanese,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Kinks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Pus,
Lindisfarne,
Marshall Jefferson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Wake,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gun Club,
Dave Gahan,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flipper,
Infiniti,
Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bluetip,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aloha Tigers,
Wolf Eyes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxy Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Bananas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
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.