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 Pakistan and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
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 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 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 Ken Boothe to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Bauhaus,
Roger Hodgson,
Ice-T,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Martian,
The Doors,
Visage,
Arcadia,
Joe Smooth,
Babytalk,
Section 25,
Scrapy,
The Durutti Column,
David McCallum,
Fear,
Dark Day,
Ken Boothe,
The Human League,
Don Cherry,
Clear Light,
Fad Gadget,
Jacob Miller,
Cybotron,
Stereo Dub,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Laurel Aitken,
Donny Hathaway,
Sam Rivers,
Fela Kuti,
Crispy Ambulance,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Beau Brummels,
The Modern Lovers,
Erasure,
Lou Reed,
The Cowsills,
K-Klass,
Sun City Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonic Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brothers Johnson,
Sixth Finger,
Harry Pussy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Depeche Mode,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nas,
Mo-Dettes,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Association,
Tommy Roe,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delta 5,
Monolake,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.