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 Kuwait and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Vainqueur to the rap 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Wasted Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Jawbox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Duran Duran,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aswad,
Thompson Twins,
Frankie Knuckles,
DNA,
The Cowsills,
The Gories,
KRS-One,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Japan,
The Litter,
Joey Negro,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Fraelich,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boredoms,
Livin' Joy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fatback Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crooked Eye,
Bad Manners,
CMW,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sister Nancy,
Mission of Burma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Offenders,
Mantronix,
Neu!,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gladiators,
10cc,
Jacques Brel,
The New Christs,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Smooth,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Motions,
Heaven 17,
Skaos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spoonie Gee,
Ken Boothe,
Warsaw,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.