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 Norway and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gong,
Joe Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fortunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sandy B,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barclay James Harvest,
The Walker Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Marshall Jefferson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kaleidoscope,
New York Dolls,
a-ha,
Index,
Dual Sessions,
Cybotron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cymande,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Normal,
Robert Görl,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monks,
Liliput,
Ice-T,
Chris & Cosey,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tubeway Army,
Junior Murvin,
Ronnie Foster,
D'Angelo,
The Gladiators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiohead,
Roxette,
Scan 7,
Royal Trux,
Minny Pops,
Von Mondo,
Funky Four + One,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Wells,
Delon & Dalcan,
Procol Harum,
Lungfish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Steve Hackett,
The Moleskins,
Rod Modell,
The Pop Group,
the Soft Cell,
Mad Mike,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sam Rivers,
Spandau Ballet,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.