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 Maldives and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Ludus to the funk 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boredoms,
Groovy Waters,
The Beau Brummels,
Drive Like Jehu,
Franke,
Pere Ubu,
Donny Hathaway,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Monochrome Set,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Symarip,
Fat Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
One Last Wish,
Zero Boys,
The Gap Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Qualms,
Subhumans,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Fraelich,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gun Club,
Young Marble Giants,
The Five Americans,
Laurel Aitken,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Association,
The Black Dice,
Mr. Review,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sound,
Pole,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gong,
Outsiders,
The Young Rascals,
Faraquet,
Oblivians,
Saccharine Trust,
Liliput,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Human League,
The Real Kids,
DNA,
Terry Callier,
Kool Moe Dee,
Loose Ends,
La Düsseldorf,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hoover,
The Seeds,
Harmonia,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.