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 United Kingdom and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Duran Duran to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Pierre Henry,
Fela Kuti,
Babytalk,
Wolf Eyes,
Bluetip,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonic Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Michelle Simonal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scratch Acid,
Barrington Levy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Schoolly D,
the Swans,
the Normal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flipper,
Malaria!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalann,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Busters,
Massinfluence,
Pylon,
Gang of Four,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Letta Mbulu,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Black Sheep,
Subhumans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smoke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Qualms,
The Offenders,
The American Breed,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pet Shop Boys,
Guru Guru,
Alton Ellis,
Accadde A,
Lindisfarne,
The Zeros,
KRS-One,
Cameo,
Blossom Toes,
F. McDonald,
Danielle Patucci,
UT,
The Skatalites,
the Bar-Kays,
Anakelly,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.