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 Finland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grime 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Dennis Brown,
The Music Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blake Baxter,
Barbara Tucker,
Crime,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joyce Sims,
Sugar Minott,
The Martian,
Grey Daturas,
Porter Ricks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rites of Spring,
the Slits,
Little Man,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Finger,
Essential Logic,
Youth Brigade,
CMW,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pierre Henry,
Moebius,
The Slackers,
Al Stewart,
Scientists,
Bronski Beat,
Minnie Riperton,
Motorama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sight & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Isaac Hayes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Selecter,
Alice Coltrane,
EPMD,
Smog,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Mills,
JFA,
Chris & Cosey,
Fat Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Simply Red,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.