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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 disco 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Black Bananas,
Q and Not U,
Scan 7,
Mr. Review,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Wyatt,
Swell Maps,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moebius,
Ralphi Rosario,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Bourne,
The Invisible,
Terry Callier,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Khruangbin,
Minny Pops,
Jawbox,
Darondo,
Simply Red,
Visage,
Grauzone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hasil Adkins,
Nas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slackers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alton Ellis,
Delta 5,
Babytalk,
Nik Kershaw,
Grey Daturas,
Radiohead,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nico,
Godley & Creme,
Black Moon,
Albert Ayler,
The Grass Roots,
Chris & Cosey,
the Slits,
Sister Nancy,
Kerri Chandler,
The American Breed,
Mark Hollis,
Half Japanese,
Young Marble Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
Barry Ungar,
PIL,
The Flesh Eaters,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.