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 Italy and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Accadde A to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Names,
Neil Young,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Slits,
Supertramp,
Derrick Morgan,
Adolescents,
Wings,
Isaac Hayes,
John Foxx,
Gong,
Livin' Joy,
Dawn Penn,
Tubeway Army,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers,
Television Personalities,
JFA,
Hardrive,
Magma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bronski Beat,
Marvin Gaye,
Ossler,
Skriet,
The J.B.'s,
Rosa Yemen,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Mills,
Albert Ayler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Finger,
Mandrill,
OOIOO,
Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Spandau Ballet,
Cybotron,
Boz Scaggs,
Stereo Dub,
Jacques Brel,
Crash Course in Science,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Black Moon,
Pole,
Ronnie Foster,
Joy Division,
Todd Terry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
R.M.O.,
Aural Exciters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donald Byrd,
David Bowie,
Flipper,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.