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 Honduras and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 The Blackbyrds to the electroclash 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
The Beau Brummels,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Offenders,
Deadbeat,
Joensuu 1685,
Alphaville,
Ossler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harry Pussy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shuggie Otis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rapeman,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skriet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roger Hodgson,
The Modern Lovers,
The Kinks,
Archie Shepp,
Sight & Sound,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skarface,
Scratch Acid,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Groovy Waters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joey Negro,
Alice Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suburban Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crooked Eye,
Qualms,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sparks,
Kurtis Blow,
John Holt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gastr Del Sol,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cymande,
Aswad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Subhumans,
Connie Case,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.