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 Angola and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 ABBA to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Jawbox,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mission of Burma,
DNA,
The J.B.'s,
Sex Pistols,
Kerri Chandler,
cv313,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül,
Bill Near,
Mandrill,
the Normal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Theoretical Girls,
Simply Red,
Country Teasers,
Television Personalities,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cecil Taylor,
Quando Quango,
Harry Pussy,
Massinfluence,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Lynne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Royal Trux,
Byron Stingily,
Smog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Happenings,
Schoolly D,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Freddie Wadling,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Can,
Scan 7,
Lightning Bolt,
Ituana,
Donald Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agitation Free,
Duran Duran,
E-Dancer,
The Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
R.M.O.,
Monks,
The Move,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronnie Foster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Y Pants,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.