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 Colombia and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Zeros to the grime 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reagan Youth,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deepchord,
Pantaleimon,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moleskins,
Mandrill,
Judy Mowatt,
Charles Mingus,
The Zeros,
Aloha Tigers,
Visage,
The Cramps,
X-101,
Cluster,
Yaz,
Kas Product,
The Seeds,
Quando Quango,
One Last Wish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Urselle,
AZ,
Essential Logic,
The Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick Morgan,
T. Rex,
Soft Machine,
Cameo,
Magma,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young,
Mr. Review,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Technova,
Von Mondo,
Eric Copeland,
Connie Case,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flash Fearless,
Janne Schatter,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
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Buzzcocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maurizio,
Country Teasers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masters at Work,
Duran Duran,
The Red Krayola,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.