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 Bhutan and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Shadows of Knight to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Machine,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eve St. Jones,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stetsasonic,
Barbara Tucker,
John Holt,
Tommy Roe,
Byron Stingily,
Anthony Braxton,
David Axelrod,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stereo Dub,
The United States of America,
Alison Limerick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Trumans Water,
The Last Poets,
The Martian,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Rundgren,
Bush Tetras,
Simply Red,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Certain Ratio,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lower 48,
The Standells,
MDC,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
FM Einheit,
Soft Cell,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Terry Callier,
Crooked Eye,
Rod Modell,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Lynne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Accadde A,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-102,
Youth Brigade,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donny Hathaway,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Pus,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.