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 Slovenia and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Cure to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Symarip,
Schoolly D,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Popol Vuh,
Albert Ayler,
The Offenders,
Jeff Mills,
Aaron Thompson,
Joy Division,
Throbbing Gristle,
In Retrospect,
Liliput,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers,
Ultra Naté,
Spoonie Gee,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
The Doors,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerri Chandler,
Flash Fearless,
Magma,
The Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Absolute Body Control,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fire Engines,
The Associates,
The Skatalites,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skriet,
Make Up,
Bauhaus,
Brand Nubian,
The Moleskins,
Porter Ricks,
Mad Mike,
Sarah Menescal,
John Holt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Infiniti,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-101,
Sixth Finger,
Ten City,
Desert Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxy Music,
Average White Band,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.