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 Brazil and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wolf Eyes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Womack,
David Bowie,
The Names,
Panda Bear,
OOIOO,
James White and The Blacks,
Althea and Donna,
Grauzone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultravox,
Aural Exciters,
Young Marble Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visage,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ludus,
the Association,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacob Miller,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blossom Toes,
Warren Ellis,
Surgeon,
Oblivians,
Cecil Taylor,
Trumans Water,
Gabor Szabo,
AZ,
Eric Dolphy,
Index,
Babytalk,
a-ha,
The J.B.'s,
The Wake,
Tres Demented,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quadrant,
Mr. Review,
Sexual Harrassment,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rotary Connection,
MDC,
Second Layer,
The Stooges,
The Mojo Men,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Raincoats,
The New Christs,
Little Man,
cv313,
The Cure,
Saccharine Trust,
Laurel Aitken,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.