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 Kuwait and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Terry Callier to the punk 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lakeside,
Q and Not U,
Das Ding,
Wings,
Lower 48,
Echospace,
The Gories,
Silicon Teens,
K-Klass,
Alison Limerick,
The Slits,
The Saints,
the Bar-Kays,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Sneak,
The Monochrome Set,
Whodini,
Judy Mowatt,
Spoonie Gee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül II,
The Happenings,
Marine Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kurtis Blow,
Sight & Sound,
Nas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gap Band,
Ronan,
Niagra,
Mission of Burma,
Fluxion,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Toasters,
Swell Maps,
The Remains,
Gang of Four,
Arcadia,
Juan Atkins,
Erasure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
Infiniti,
The Dirtbombs,
The Young Rascals,
Fela Kuti,
Don Cherry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Raincoats,
Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Sheep,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.