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 Singapore and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Bourne,
Barrington Levy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Byrd,
Fugazi,
Wire,
the Swans,
Byron Stingily,
Iggy Pop,
Soulsonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Banda Bassotti,
Kaleidoscope,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick Morgan,
Zapp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
In Retrospect,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faraquet,
Black Pus,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Lungfish,
John Lydon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eurythmics,
New York Dolls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
Bob Dylan,
Kerri Chandler,
Heaven 17,
Bush Tetras,
kango's stein massive,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Sneak,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television Personalities,
Lightning Bolt,
The Saints,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rekid,
Crash Course in Science,
The Shadows of Knight,
Japan,
CMW,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barry Ungar,
The Modern Lovers,
Danielle Patucci,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.