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 Austria and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 New Order to the grime 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
the Sonics,
Black Moon,
E-Dancer,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Symarip,
Icehouse,
Moss Icon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Simply Red,
L. Decosne,
The Black Dice,
Mad Mike,
Quando Quango,
Ludus,
Severed Heads,
Los Fastidios,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Techniques,
Negative Approach,
The Velvet Underground,
Susan Cadogan,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül II,
The Knickerbockers,
the Soft Cell,
Scientists,
Crooked Eye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Womack,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Starr,
Half Japanese,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
X-101,
Kenny Larkin,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Rhythm & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skarface,
Kas Product,
The Alarm Clocks,
U.S. Maple,
Vainqueur,
In Retrospect,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ken Boothe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yellowson,
Ohio Players,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Rundgren,
The Victims,
John Holt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aswad,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.