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 Georgia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Ludus to the grime 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Lightning Bolt,
The Skatalites,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ituana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heaven 17,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Interpol,
Brand Nubian,
The Moleskins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Music Machine,
Procol Harum,
Amazonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erasure,
Minutemen,
Funkadelic,
Monolake,
Soft Cell,
Audionom,
Television,
Bizarre Inc.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agent Orange,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Royal Trux,
Sonic Youth,
Vainqueur,
Moebius,
Stereo Dub,
Tommy Roe,
Cluster,
Magazine,
Scientists,
The Blues Magoos,
Ohio Players,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Rapeman,
The Busters,
Cecil Taylor,
Darondo,
Rod Modell,
Pylon,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Five Americans,
Pantaleimon,
Ice-T,
Lindisfarne,
The Barracudas,
The Move,
Niagra,
Davy DMX,
Black Flag,
Gong,
Stiv Bators,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Residents,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.