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 Iraq and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 The Star Department to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Amazonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Coltrane,
Niagra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Womack,
Moss Icon,
DJ Style,
Dawn Penn,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yazoo,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Hood,
The Fugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gichy Dan,
Laurel Aitken,
Altered Images,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül,
Althea and Donna,
Warren Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
Youth Brigade,
the Normal,
Fatback Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Toni Rubio,
Jacob Miller,
Funkadelic,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Görl,
The Black Dice,
The Monochrome Set,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Five Americans,
Thompson Twins,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Wells,
The Names,
Spoonie Gee,
Davy DMX,
Reuben Wilson,
The Evens,
The Barracudas,
Crooked Eye,
Aaron Thompson,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fortunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Massinfluence,
The Raincoats,
Shuggie Otis,
Scan 7,
Vainqueur,
Prince Buster,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.