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 Philippines and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Sight & Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Michelle Simonal,
Piero Umiliani,
PIL,
The Fugs,
The Fortunes,
Josef K,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brand Nubian,
Alice Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
Stereo Dub,
In Retrospect,
Sarah Menescal,
The Star Department,
Cluster,
Faust,
Mad Mike,
Derrick May,
David Bowie,
Brothers Johnson,
Interpol,
Panda Bear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Hill,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Charles Mingus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Livin' Joy,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young,
The Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Negative Approach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Japan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dawn Penn,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Grass Roots,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brass Construction,
Urselle,
The Mummies,
Brick,
Marc Almond,
Sällskapet,
The Dead C,
Television,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.