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 Hungary and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 The Red Krayola to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Move,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skarface,
The Real Kids,
Ken Boothe,
Jacques Brel,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris Corsano,
Oneida,
Funky Four + One,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gories,
Josef K,
Lou Reed,
Negative Approach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalann,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marvin Gaye,
Godley & Creme,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pylon,
Massinfluence,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dennis Brown,
Lyres,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gichy Dan,
Stiv Bators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visage,
LL Cool J,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masters at Work,
Max Romeo,
Underground Resistance,
The Monochrome Set,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fluxion,
Heaven 17,
Kayak,
Pantaleimon,
These Immortal Souls,
Brothers Johnson,
the Swans,
Audionom,
The Cramps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Style,
Ossler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yazoo,
Derrick May,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Vogues,
Pere Ubu,
Radio Birdman,
Fear,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.