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 Nigeria and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Unrelated Segments to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Black Flag,
Animal Collective,
This Heat,
Television Personalities,
The Music Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Banda Bassotti,
The Victims,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Angels of Light,
Chris Corsano,
Sight & Sound,
Colin Newman,
The Human League,
The Black Dice,
Danielle Patucci,
Eddi Front,
Popol Vuh,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dual Sessions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smoke,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Tremeloes,
Wire,
Todd Terry,
Man Parrish,
Rapeman,
Amazonics,
Anakelly,
Cybotron,
Black Bananas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Model 500,
The Fall,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tommy Roe,
The Star Department,
Gabor Szabo,
Swell Maps,
Sex Pistols,
Lebanon Hanover,
Smog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rod Modell,
Peter and Kerry,
James White and The Blacks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Traffic Nightmare,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.