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 New Zealand and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monks to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Babytalk,
Smog,
Neil Young,
London Community Gospel Choir,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Negative Approach,
Slick Rick,
Wire,
Motorama,
Moss Icon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Last Poets,
Porter Ricks,
The Martian,
Ludus,
The Real Kids,
The Tremeloes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joy Division,
June Days,
Brass Construction,
The Techniques,
the Association,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gun Club,
Joyce Sims,
Albert Ayler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Whodini,
Fela Kuti,
Livin' Joy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Severed Heads,
Y Pants,
cv313,
Godley & Creme,
Dennis Brown,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Sheep,
A Certain Ratio,
Average White Band,
The Motions,
The Mummies,
Public Image Ltd.,
Outsiders,
The Dave Clark Five,
R.M.O.,
Bill Near,
Schoolly D,
Pierre Henry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Sneak,
Blake Baxter,
New Order,
Model 500,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.