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 Samoa and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Happenings to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Clarke,
Basic Channel,
Cal Tjader,
The Walker Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Swell Maps,
The Happenings,
Matthew Bourne,
Marvin Gaye,
Royal Trux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Henry Cow,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Victims,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultimate Spinach,
Piero Umiliani,
Ronnie Foster,
Minor Threat,
Hardrive,
Gabor Szabo,
One Last Wish,
Mark Hollis,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Buzzcocks,
Connie Case,
The Martian,
DNA,
Flipper,
Hasil Adkins,
Leonard Cohen,
Sparks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Altered Images,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris Corsano,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Cale,
The Smiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cameo,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Letta Mbulu,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Görl,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gap Band,
Derrick May,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.