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 United Kingdom and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Royal Trux,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camouflage,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lungfish,
Young Marble Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
Deepchord,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Wings,
Ultravox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
Bootsy Collins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Excepter,
the Normal,
Amon Düül,
Yusef Lateef,
Nas,
The United States of America,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gabor Szabo,
Cecil Taylor,
Nirvana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
R.M.O.,
DNA,
Massinfluence,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Leaves,
Kurtis Blow,
KRS-One,
Second Layer,
Popol Vuh,
Black Moon,
Ituana,
Fela Kuti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grauzone,
Agent Orange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flipper,
Ohio Players,
Lower 48,
David Axelrod,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blancmange,
Bush Tetras,
Delta 5,
Erasure,
Simply Red,
Rod Modell,
Cymande,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.