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 Zambia and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Piero Umiliani to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Negative Approach,
Michelle Simonal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The J.B.'s,
The Pop Group,
Moss Icon,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lower 48,
Reuben Wilson,
The Angels of Light,
Connie Case,
Tubeway Army,
Howard Jones,
Ultra Naté,
Kevin Saunderson,
Panda Bear,
Von Mondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Erasure,
The Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quantec,
Qualms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Amazonics,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Clarke,
Wally Richardson,
Das Ding,
Pussy Galore,
Brothers Johnson,
Audionom,
Sarah Menescal,
Ten City,
Nick Fraelich,
Outsiders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Golliwogs,
The Velvet Underground,
Marvin Gaye,
Leonard Cohen,
Surgeon,
the Association,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Simply Red,
Toni Rubio,
The Modern Lovers,
Los Fastidios,
The Kinks,
Bill Near,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unwound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soulsonic Force,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.