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 Germany and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeff Mills to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sisters of Mercy,
a-ha,
The Wake,
The Associates,
The Monochrome Set,
Blancmange,
48th St. Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Clear Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
Niagra,
Camberwell Now,
OOIOO,
Panda Bear,
Bang On A Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris & Cosey,
John Holt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quantec,
Au Pairs,
John Coltrane,
Adolescents,
The Count Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Starr,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yazoo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric Dolphy,
The Motions,
Cameo,
Depeche Mode,
Sugar Minott,
Ponytail,
Barry Ungar,
Mars,
Dave Gahan,
UT,
Das Ding,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Near,
Don Cherry,
The Misunderstood,
The Divine Comedy,
Juan Atkins,
Arab on Radar,
The American Breed,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.