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 Liberia and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nirvana to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Brick,
John Holt,
Stereo Dub,
Donny Hathaway,
Gong,
Hardrive,
Ultravox,
Johnny Osbourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Infiniti,
The Evens,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Dolphy,
Funky Four + One,
Heaven 17,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Von Mondo,
Freddie Wadling,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang On A Can,
Harmonia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Foxx,
Idris Muhammad,
Sam Rivers,
Ronan,
Soulsonic Force,
Audionom,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pole,
David McCallum,
Don Cherry,
Bad Manners,
Black Sheep,
The Pretty Things,
Bauhaus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Interpol,
Black Bananas,
Guru Guru,
Mad Mike,
The Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
L. Decosne,
Zero Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ossler,
The Beau Brummels,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James White and The Blacks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Leonard Cohen,
Con Funk Shun,
The Searchers,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.