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 Armenia and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Soul II Soul to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Pierre Henry,
Kas Product,
Peter & Gordon,
D'Angelo,
Letta Mbulu,
Erykah Badu,
Morten Harket,
Swell Maps,
John Lydon,
Stiv Bators,
Schoolly D,
Robert Görl,
Symarip,
Yusef Lateef,
Section 25,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arcadia,
China Crisis,
The Stooges,
Nico,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shoche,
Q and Not U,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kurtis Blow,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Half Japanese,
Cal Tjader,
Rotary Connection,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mummies,
Depeche Mode,
Davy DMX,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Guru Guru,
Dark Day,
Procol Harum,
Jandek,
Fluxion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Adolescents,
Johnny Clarke,
The Young Rascals,
OOIOO,
Liliput,
Al Stewart,
The Star Department,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Skatalites,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.