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 Vanuatu and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Divine Comedy to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Public Enemy,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maleditus Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott Heron,
K-Klass,
The Black Dice,
The New Christs,
Radiohead,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aaron Thompson,
Mantronix,
The Dead C,
Neu!,
Y Pants,
Soft Machine,
Pagans,
Stetsasonic,
Mr. Review,
Black Sheep,
Television Personalities,
Amazonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Evens,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Infiniti,
Don Cherry,
Parry Music,
John Holt,
Procol Harum,
Q and Not U,
Ponytail,
Altered Images,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Newcleus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Janne Schatter,
Yusef Lateef,
Wasted Youth,
The Sonics,
Swell Maps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ossler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Terry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Little Man,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mission of Burma,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.