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 El Salvador and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Techniques to the disco 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Suicide,
One Last Wish,
Rekid,
FM Einheit,
Urselle,
Dark Day,
Max Romeo,
Pierre Henry,
The Wake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter & Gordon,
Tim Buckley,
Visage,
Reuben Wilson,
The Walker Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Black Pus,
Severed Heads,
Sex Pistols,
EPMD,
Duran Duran,
The Toasters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arcadia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
H. Thieme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül,
48th St. Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nas,
Rosa Yemen,
Pulsallama,
Camberwell Now,
Reagan Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultra Naté,
Deadbeat,
K-Klass,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Mills,
Moby Grape,
Marmalade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Alarm Clocks,
The J.B.'s,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Don Cherry,
Vladislav Delay,
Panda Bear,
Derrick May,
Delta 5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thompson Twins,
Soulsonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Machine,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.