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 Guatemala and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 David Bowie 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 Eurythmics to the crunk 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Josef K,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Machine,
The Wake,
Letta Mbulu,
Toni Rubio,
Banda Bassotti,
48th St. Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
Trumans Water,
Vainqueur,
Stetsasonic,
Q65,
the Normal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pere Ubu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Lydon,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Hood,
Ken Boothe,
The Vogues,
Loose Ends,
Funky Four + One,
Yaz,
Alphaville,
Pantaleimon,
Procol Harum,
Theoretical Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Motorama,
Nirvana,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeff Mills,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sugar Minott,
Goldenarms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minutemen,
The Leaves,
The Durutti Column,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Youth Brigade,
Fela Kuti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lungfish,
The Associates,
The Last Poets,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Franke,
Sonic Youth,
Godley & Creme,
The Smoke,
The Selecter,
Shuggie Otis,
The Music Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.