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 Cameroon and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Godley & Creme to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Ponytail,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scratch Acid,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pylon,
Sonic Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
New York Dolls,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dead C,
Jerry Gold Smith,
B.T. Express,
Fad Gadget,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mummies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fugazi,
Anakelly,
Oblivians,
Ludus,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alice Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
Porter Ricks,
The Sound,
Public Enemy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Television,
Matthew Halsall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Almond,
Camouflage,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacques Brel,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Clarke,
H. Thieme,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gladiators,
Hashim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minnie Riperton,
Quando Quango,
Flash Fearless,
Ohio Players,
Deadbeat,
Jerry's Kids,
Vainqueur,
D'Angelo,
Dead Boys,
Sandy B,
Donald Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Human League,
Hardrive,
The Victims,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.