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 Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Deadbeat to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Sight & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Howard Jones,
The Litter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tomorrow,
Rakim,
Chrome,
Josef K,
EPMD,
Black Bananas,
Marmalade,
The Misunderstood,
The Angels of Light,
Whodini,
Gang of Four,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Darondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fugs,
Archie Shepp,
Unwound,
Bluetip,
JFA,
Thompson Twins,
Index,
The Selecter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donald Byrd,
The Happenings,
Aural Exciters,
Fatback Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faust,
The Gladiators,
B.T. Express,
Suicide,
David Axelrod,
Sandy B,
The American Breed,
Roxette,
Mark Hollis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Parry Music,
Stetsasonic,
Ultra Naté,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Section 25,
Tres Demented,
the Human League,
H. Thieme,
Deadbeat,
The Leaves,
Morten Harket,
Babytalk,
Eden Ahbez,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.