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 Uruguay and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kevin Saunderson to the techno 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moebius,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ken Boothe,
Scientists,
Wally Richardson,
Alton Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
Terry Callier,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nirvana,
Glambeats Corp.,
Youth Brigade,
Minutemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ituana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gun Club,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Albert Ayler,
Spoonie Gee,
Circle Jerks,
Drexciya,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slave,
The Associates,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Juan Atkins,
Suburban Knight,
Brand Nubian,
Brass Construction,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anakelly,
Kaleidoscope,
The Skatalites,
Khruangbin,
Suicide,
Funky Four + One,
Pole,
Swans,
The Fugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronnie Foster,
Sandy B,
Hashim,
Icehouse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Velvet Underground,
Audionom,
Gang of Four,
Brothers Johnson,
Grauzone,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.