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 Hungary and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Eric B and Rakim to the dance 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Goldenarms,
Deadbeat,
Parry Music,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxette,
Tears for Fears,
Harry Pussy,
Letta Mbulu,
Sparks,
Duran Duran,
Buzzcocks,
Ultravox,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantytec,
The Angels of Light,
One Last Wish,
Sarah Menescal,
Spoonie Gee,
The Knickerbockers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neu!,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Byrd,
The Standells,
Lou Christie,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fela Kuti,
In Retrospect,
Pole,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skriet,
Faraquet,
The Kinks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Essential Logic,
The Litter,
Ornette Coleman,
T. Rex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lower 48,
Swans,
the Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fatback Band,
Youth Brigade,
Q65,
ABC,
Shoche,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aloha Tigers,
June Days,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glenn Branca,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fall,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.