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 Mauritius and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Blues Magoos to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Laurel Aitken,
John Coltrane,
The Stooges,
The Skatalites,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sight & Sound,
The New Christs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Blackbyrds,
Piero Umiliani,
John Lydon,
The Raincoats,
Mr. Review,
Joe Finger,
Bronski Beat,
Pussy Galore,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronnie Foster,
Oneida,
The Buckinghams,
The American Breed,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joy Division,
Jeff Lynne,
Television Personalities,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Order,
Radiohead,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
Ituana,
JFA,
Drexciya,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Terry,
Aural Exciters,
Donald Byrd,
Rekid,
Freddie Wadling,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Whodini,
Brass Construction,
Magma,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
The Birthday Party,
Erykah Badu,
Siglo XX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arab on Radar,
The Beau Brummels,
R.M.O.,
MC5,
DNA,
Warren Ellis,
Neu!,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.