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 Ivory Coast and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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. Jay Z And Juelz to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The Offenders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
LL Cool J,
The Golliwogs,
Mark Hollis,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Funkadelic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June of 44,
Scott Walker,
Simply Red,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bronski Beat,
Desert Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Cell,
MDC,
Moebius,
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Mission of Burma,
Alice Coltrane,
Kas Product,
Howard Jones,
Swans,
The Birthday Party,
The Pretty Things,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Icehouse,
Anthony Braxton,
PIL,
The Evens,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Lydon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soulsonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smoke,
Aloha Tigers,
Aswad,
Ituana,
B.T. Express,
The Divine Comedy,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül II,
Shoche,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nik Kershaw,
Cybotron,
Hoover,
Television,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.