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 Tanzania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Golliwogs 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Boredoms,
Organ,
Metal Thangz,
Junior Murvin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
Qualms,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Green,
Eden Ahbez,
Funky Four + One,
Guru Guru,
Cameo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Angels of Light,
Section 25,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
D'Angelo,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
Eric B and Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Age Steppers,
Bizarre Inc.,
E-Dancer,
The Dead C,
Howard Jones,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fortunes,
Erykah Badu,
Flipper,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Five Americans,
Shoche,
Sandy B,
Excepter,
Crooked Eye,
Vladislav Delay,
Yusef Lateef,
Monks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Halsall,
Tommy Roe,
PIL,
The Busters,
Angry Samoans,
Ultravox,
The Gun Club,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.