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 Congo and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Pretty Things to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
China Crisis,
The Litter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
Television Personalities,
Q65,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Model 500,
Quantec,
Rapeman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quadrant,
Youth Brigade,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Leaves,
Chris Corsano,
Erykah Badu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Görl,
Susan Cadogan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Germs,
Simply Red,
Henry Cow,
Colin Newman,
Barrington Levy,
The Selecter,
Nik Kershaw,
Index,
Slave,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kas Product,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pop Group,
The Blues Magoos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alison Limerick,
Juan Atkins,
New York Dolls,
Adolescents,
Bad Manners,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Intrusion,
The Moleskins,
Pere Ubu,
Anthony Braxton,
10cc,
Jacques Brel,
Mars,
Gang of Four,
Pulsallama,
Ponytail,
Marcia Griffiths,
U.S. Maple,
Eric Copeland,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.