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 Angola and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet 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?
Bush Tetras,
H. Thieme,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Newcleus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Index,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Angels of Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crooked Eye,
Pantytec,
Oblivians,
The Slackers,
Massinfluence,
This Heat,
FM Einheit,
Howard Jones,
The Gap Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Rundgren,
Sparks,
Excepter,
The Selecter,
The Real Kids,
Scrapy,
the Germs,
Half Japanese,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Khruangbin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Adolescents,
Donny Hathaway,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker,
Heaven 17,
Pantaleimon,
Soul II Soul,
Tubeway Army,
The Last Poets,
Thompson Twins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funkadelic,
China Crisis,
Vainqueur,
Joey Negro,
The Cure,
Lakeside,
Stiv Bators,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.