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 Cape Verde and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 James White and The Blacks 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Shoche,
Bobby Byrd,
In Retrospect,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dead Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hoover,
Josef K,
Infiniti,
Camberwell Now,
U.S. Maple,
The Litter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
China Crisis,
Vladislav Delay,
Make Up,
Patti Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
The Velvet Underground,
David Axelrod,
The Five Americans,
Graham Central Station,
the Swans,
Cymande,
Wally Richardson,
Yusef Lateef,
Zapp,
Zero Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pagans,
Stiv Bators,
Althea and Donna,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Bar-Kays,
Donny Hathaway,
The Birthday Party,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gong,
ABBA,
Panda Bear,
The Cowsills,
Moss Icon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Moon,
Bauhaus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Accadde A,
Morten Harket,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers,
Alice Coltrane,
Surgeon,
Yellowson,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül,
Bush Tetras,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.