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 Peru and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Reagan Youth to the techno 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Icehouse,
Babytalk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Parry Music,
The Young Rascals,
Arcadia,
Scratch Acid,
Blake Baxter,
The Divine Comedy,
Sam Rivers,
X-101,
Sun City Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Mo-Dettes,
R.M.O.,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Sneak,
Liliput,
Ronan,
Guru Guru,
Monks,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Pus,
The Smoke,
Swell Maps,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pylon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick May,
The Mojo Men,
Second Layer,
The Names,
Fatback Band,
Groovy Waters,
The Music Machine,
PIL,
The Raincoats,
Pole,
Arab on Radar,
Skriet,
Crooked Eye,
Steve Hackett,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Subhumans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bluetip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Y Pants,
Amazonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
T. Rex,
Moebius,
the Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
Agitation Free,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.