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 Eritrea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Con Funk Shun to the crunk 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Chris Corsano,
The Human League,
Man Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Absolute Body Control,
Dead Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Con Funk Shun,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Raincoats,
John Holt,
The Invisible,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Traffic Nightmare,
EPMD,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Shoche,
The Associates,
Schoolly D,
JFA,
Technova,
Desert Stars,
The Martian,
The Fuzztones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
B.T. Express,
Ohio Players,
Flipper,
The Evens,
Radio Birdman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Mills,
One Last Wish,
Mark Hollis,
Kerri Chandler,
Bad Manners,
The Mummies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Godley & Creme,
R.M.O.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crime,
Leonard Cohen,
Sound Behaviour,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Franke,
Sister Nancy,
Chrome,
Terrestrial Tones,
Essential Logic,
Popol Vuh,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
U.S. Maple,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
Spoonie Gee,
Chris & Cosey,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.