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 Lithuania and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Malaria! to the jazz 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Al Stewart,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ponytail,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Offenders,
Radiohead,
Eric Copeland,
The Index,
New Age Steppers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Invisible,
Ten City,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare,
Tim Buckley,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gap Band,
Gong,
Negative Approach,
The Vogues,
Matthew Bourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lyres,
Roger Hodgson,
Aloha Tigers,
Albert Ayler,
Echospace,
Robert Görl,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Das Ding,
Absolute Body Control,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
Radio Birdman,
Mad Mike,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maurizio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aswad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Audionom,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker,
Visage,
Fad Gadget,
KRS-One,
Ultimate Spinach,
10cc,
Moebius,
Siglo XX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flash Fearless,
Ralphi Rosario,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donny Hathaway,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.