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 Tajikistan and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
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 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 Matthew Halsall to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Janne Schatter,
OOIOO,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Simply Red,
Roxy Music,
Parry Music,
Organ,
Moss Icon,
T.S.O.L.,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Standells,
The Walker Brothers,
The Leaves,
Gang Green,
Donald Byrd,
The Barracudas,
Soul II Soul,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra,
Swans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DNA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dual Sessions,
Quando Quango,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alice Coltrane,
Newcleus,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Evens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siglo XX,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Halsall,
Byron Stingily,
L. Decosne,
Cluster,
Dorothy Ashby,
UT,
Inner City,
Tropical Tobacco,
In Retrospect,
Pulsallama,
The Smoke,
Japan,
The Pop Group,
Kool Moe Dee,
MC5,
Tears for Fears,
Pierre Henry,
Pantaleimon,
The Durutti Column,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.