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 Lebanon and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 The Five Americans to the rap 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Lakeside,
Ten City,
David Bowie,
Jimmy McGriff,
Little Man,
D'Angelo,
Ronan,
The Black Dice,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Style,
Mantronix,
The Angels of Light,
L. Decosne,
Absolute Body Control,
The Move,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick May,
Bad Manners,
Davy DMX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Christie,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kenny Larkin,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Fraelich,
The Wake,
Barrington Levy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blackbyrds,
Max Romeo,
Quantec,
Unwound,
Amon Düül II,
Pantytec,
The Zeros,
The Index,
Spandau Ballet,
The Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mars,
The Misunderstood,
Tom Boy,
Eric Copeland,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Outsiders,
Desert Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
The Vogues,
Donny Hathaway,
Faraquet,
Eve St. Jones,
Aural Exciters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.