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 Portugal and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Danielle Patucci to the grunge 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Wire,
Yazoo,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül II,
The American Breed,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eurythmics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharoah Sanders,
David McCallum,
Camouflage,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Lalann,
Avey Tare,
Donny Hathaway,
Scion,
Malaria!,
Essential Logic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blackbyrds,
Metal Thangz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Tremeloes,
Chrome,
Faust,
Jeff Lynne,
The Red Krayola,
Warsaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deadbeat,
JFA,
Nirvana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Bourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Morten Harket,
Todd Terry,
New York Dolls,
Sällskapet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sandy B,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed,
The Gladiators,
The Detroit Cobras,
Supertramp,
Lucky Dragons,
kango's stein massive,
World's Most,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quantec,
The Stooges,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.