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 Angola and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Crime to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slackers,
Grauzone,
Kurtis Blow,
Thee Headcoats,
The Trojans,
Anakelly,
the Swans,
T. Rex,
X-102,
Mark Hollis,
Al Stewart,
The Wake,
Massinfluence,
Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
Deadbeat,
Tom Boy,
Saccharine Trust,
Glenn Branca,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delta 5,
Magma,
Camouflage,
The Red Krayola,
Rotary Connection,
CMW,
Max Romeo,
Aswad,
the Normal,
Lakeside,
The Stooges,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fugazi,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Charles Mingus,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
Stetsasonic,
The J.B.'s,
The United States of America,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül,
Faust,
R.M.O.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Golliwogs,
Lyres,
Gichy Dan,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.