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 Nicaragua and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 In Retrospect to the rock 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Livin' Joy,
Average White Band,
Crime,
The Real Kids,
Cal Tjader,
The Mojo Men,
The Dave Clark Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dawn Penn,
The Red Krayola,
Skriet,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mandrill,
The Pop Group,
Dual Sessions,
Television,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wings,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dave Gahan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiohead,
Massinfluence,
The Wake,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zapp,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brand Nubian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kurtis Blow,
Rekid,
Circle Jerks,
Quadrant,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harry Pussy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warren Ellis,
Aloha Tigers,
Nils Olav,
Letta Mbulu,
Little Man,
The Shadows of Knight,
Howard Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
Blancmange,
Rapeman,
Warsaw,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker,
Ossler,
The Standells,
Wire,
MC5,
Franke,
Roxette,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.