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 Jamaica and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Delon & Dalcan to the funk 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dead C,
Brothers Johnson,
Hashim,
Matthew Halsall,
John Coltrane,
Mars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Procol Harum,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Leaves,
Joe Smooth,
The Motions,
Chris Corsano,
Dawn Penn,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Angels of Light,
a-ha,
Pere Ubu,
Cluster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lower 48,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Franke,
Sun City Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Cell,
The Slits,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Bourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Ponytail,
PIL,
Clear Light,
Metal Thangz,
Marvin Gaye,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deadbeat,
Banda Bassotti,
D'Angelo,
Amazonics,
U.S. Maple,
Mission of Burma,
The Grass Roots,
The Fortunes,
Skaos,
Black Sheep,
LL Cool J,
Joensuu 1685,
Ralphi Rosario,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Accadde A,
Throbbing Gristle,
Q65,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.