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 Italy and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Young Rascals to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eddi Front,
Funky Four + One,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick May,
Tim Buckley,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
cv313,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Happenings,
Moby Grape,
Surgeon,
Deepchord,
Severed Heads,
Alton Ellis,
Darondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q and Not U,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deadbeat,
Ultra Naté,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fear,
Janne Schatter,
This Heat,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Silicon Teens,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Accadde A,
John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
Ronan,
Albert Ayler,
The Residents,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Hill,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mummies,
Kaleidoscope,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blossom Toes,
Easy Going,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rapeman,
Nik Kershaw,
The Young Rascals,
Minnie Riperton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Trumans Water,
Black Flag,
Gichy Dan,
Donny Hathaway,
Lightning Bolt,
Skarface,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.