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 Chad 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mad Mike 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Isaac Hayes,
Judy Mowatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doors,
The Motions,
Excepter,
The Sonics,
DNA,
Bob Dylan,
Cameo,
The Gladiators,
Sight & Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Parry Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fluxion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amazonics,
Rapeman,
Ponytail,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed,
D'Angelo,
Pylon,
The Slits,
Kayak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Q65,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cramps,
The Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rekid,
Oblivians,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roxette,
Newcleus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Charles Mingus,
The United States of America,
X-101,
Cluster,
Tim Buckley,
La Düsseldorf,
Tom Boy,
Roxy Music,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Order,
Gregory Isaacs,
Massinfluence,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barrington Levy,
Pantaleimon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Flag,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.