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 Samoa and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Lalann to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Deepchord,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Idris Muhammad,
MDC,
The Kinks,
Niagra,
Black Sheep,
The Dead C,
Bang On A Can,
Michelle Simonal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Susan Cadogan,
Second Layer,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultravox,
Bill Near,
Delta 5,
Soul Sonic Force,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick Morgan,
Y Pants,
The Count Five,
Suburban Knight,
Blancmange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Quando Quango,
Terry Callier,
Shuggie Otis,
Scion,
Heaven 17,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yellowson,
The Smoke,
Agent Orange,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sparks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Offenders,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Remains,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Theoretical Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Walker Brothers,
Yaz,
Magma,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sonics,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.