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 Austria and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Toasters to the crunk 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Blossom Toes,
Eden Ahbez,
Roger Hodgson,
Zero Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Görl,
Depeche Mode,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gichy Dan,
Swans,
Duran Duran,
Inner City,
Matthew Halsall,
Sex Pistols,
a-ha,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monks,
Junior Murvin,
Arab on Radar,
Don Cherry,
Simply Red,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter and Kerry,
The Selecter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minor Threat,
Quando Quango,
Faust,
Stetsasonic,
The Monks,
the Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Easy Going,
Bob Dylan,
Thompson Twins,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lyres,
The Pop Group,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donny Hathaway,
John Foxx,
The Young Rascals,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacob Miller,
Sam Rivers,
Carl Craig,
Nas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Audionom,
Scrapy,
Silicon Teens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.