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 Tonga and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 ABC to the rock 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Gichy Dan,
Wings,
Nas,
Magma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magazine,
Joyce Sims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cymande,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacob Miller,
Connie Case,
The Grass Roots,
Lindisfarne,
Das Ding,
Rotary Connection,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anthony Braxton,
New York Dolls,
Pantytec,
Visage,
Black Flag,
Warsaw,
DJ Style,
Skriet,
The Walker Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
KRS-One,
Circle Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
EPMD,
Ten City,
Fluxion,
Japan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronnie Foster,
Rufus Thomas,
The Black Dice,
Mission of Burma,
Vladislav Delay,
Skarface,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun Ra,
The Offenders,
Loose Ends,
Amazonics,
The Buckinghams,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harmonia,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deadbeat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Khruangbin,
Depeche Mode,
JFA,
The Pop Group,
the Normal,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.