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 Dominica and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
X-102,
Agent Orange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bob Dylan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül,
Outsiders,
Nation of Ulysses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gabor Szabo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Nirvana,
Inner City,
Roxy Music,
AZ,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fire Engines,
Sight & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James White and The Blacks,
L. Decosne,
The Gap Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Piero Umiliani,
Althea and Donna,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
Brick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Teasers,
Sparks,
The Last Poets,
Quadrant,
The Sonics,
John Holt,
Young Marble Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
La Düsseldorf,
Agitation Free,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cal Tjader,
Malaria!,
Mantronix,
Basic Channel,
Monks,
PIL,
Funky Four + One,
Wolf Eyes,
Cybotron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rosa Yemen,
The Motions,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.