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 Indonesia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Groovy Waters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
U.S. Maple,
The Victims,
Kerri Chandler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bauhaus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stetsasonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alice Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
The Associates,
Fatback Band,
Aural Exciters,
Anakelly,
Smog,
Television,
DJ Style,
Marmalade,
T. Rex,
Thompson Twins,
Ultra Naté,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deakin,
the Swans,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slackers,
Japan,
Cymande,
JFA,
Idris Muhammad,
Can,
The Busters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sex Pistols,
The Fugs,
Sound Behaviour,
Boz Scaggs,
Basic Channel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yazoo,
Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
Howard Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalann,
Cybotron,
Quadrant,
Lower 48,
Ultimate Spinach,
Iggy Pop,
Kurtis Blow,
Lakeside,
Marc Almond,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.