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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Groovy Waters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Finger,
Hoover,
Jacques Brel,
The Victims,
Godley & Creme,
Mandrill,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mantronix,
Stetsasonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scion,
Unwound,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Offenders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sandy B,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funkadelic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Style,
Cymande,
Ornette Coleman,
Henry Cow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Cale,
Qualms,
Scientists,
Fugazi,
Model 500,
The New Christs,
Can,
Kayak,
Hasil Adkins,
Ponytail,
The Litter,
Tears for Fears,
Toni Rubio,
Freddie Wadling,
Spoonie Gee,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Velvet Underground,
Dawn Penn,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Motorama,
Yellowson,
The Fugs,
Minor Threat,
Anthony Braxton,
the Fania All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Technova,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.