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 Algeria 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Last Poets to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Five Americans,
EPMD,
The Angels of Light,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monks,
Circle Jerks,
Audionom,
The Busters,
Barry Ungar,
U.S. Maple,
The Martian,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxette,
T.S.O.L.,
Das Ding,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter and Kerry,
The Neon Judgement,
the Association,
Khruangbin,
Warren Ellis,
The Pop Group,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stiv Bators,
Sonic Youth,
Reagan Youth,
MC5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masters at Work,
Zapp,
Leonard Cohen,
Funkadelic,
Josef K,
David McCallum,
Alton Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tears for Fears,
Lower 48,
The Toasters,
Massinfluence,
The Walker Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sällskapet,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
Howard Jones,
Cameo,
Ronan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Section 25,
Suburban Knight,
David Bowie,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joey Negro,
The Invisible,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Skatalites,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.