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 Australia and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 James White and The Blacks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Smog,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlback,
Main Source,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donald Byrd,
New York Dolls,
Tim Buckley,
Kayak,
New Age Steppers,
Alice Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mo-Dettes,
Erasure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Prince Buster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker,
Jacob Miller,
Chris & Cosey,
John Holt,
Fat Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Enemy,
Intrusion,
Rosa Yemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brand Nubian,
Agitation Free,
The Residents,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Searchers,
the Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Bananas,
Half Japanese,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faust,
Pere Ubu,
Altered Images,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cheater Slicks,
Barrington Levy,
Urselle,
Unwound,
Joyce Sims,
Harmonia,
Popol Vuh,
Quadrant,
The Gladiators,
The Leaves,
Sparks,
Bluetip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.