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 Libya and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 June of 44 to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
A Certain Ratio,
Rufus Thomas,
Spandau Ballet,
L. Decosne,
The Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crash Course in Science,
Wally Richardson,
Sound Behaviour,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott Heron,
CMW,
Moby Grape,
Massinfluence,
Joyce Sims,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fuzztones,
Motorama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erykah Badu,
Cecil Taylor,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rod Modell,
Colin Newman,
Dave Gahan,
Technova,
Unwound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mantronix,
Roxy Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moody Blues,
Prince Buster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camouflage,
These Immortal Souls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fatback Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Saints,
Chris Corsano,
Con Funk Shun,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-101,
Absolute Body Control,
The Residents,
The Red Krayola,
Accadde A,
Jeff Mills,
Barclay James Harvest,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Smog,
Siglo XX,
Carl Craig,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Bananas,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.