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 Marshall Islands and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Association to the rap 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Godley & Creme,
Depeche Mode,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Black Dice,
Joy Division,
Aswad,
Mandrill,
Country Teasers,
Pole,
Warsaw,
Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
Rapeman,
A Certain Ratio,
Trumans Water,
Desert Stars,
MC5,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Easy Going,
The Victims,
Can,
The Move,
Make Up,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oblivians,
Arthur Verocai,
Patti Smith,
Sandy B,
Pylon,
Guru Guru,
the Germs,
The Real Kids,
The Buckinghams,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Foxx,
cv313,
The Cramps,
These Immortal Souls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Interpol,
Sun Ra,
The Beau Brummels,
Hardrive,
Malaria!,
La Düsseldorf,
Brick,
Hasil Adkins,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erasure,
Carl Craig,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Talk Talk,
Ice-T,
The Fall,
Yellowson,
Drexciya,
Fugazi,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.