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 Ukraine and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Wings to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Ten City,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quando Quango,
Letta Mbulu,
Fela Kuti,
Dawn Penn,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Audionom,
Idris Muhammad,
Royal Trux,
Agitation Free,
Flipper,
Marshall Jefferson,
Duran Duran,
The Fuzztones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joyce Sims,
Pantaleimon,
Juan Atkins,
David Bowie,
Crispy Ambulance,
June of 44,
Crash Course in Science,
Cybotron,
Stiv Bators,
Bad Manners,
Clear Light,
Easy Going,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Los Fastidios,
Laurel Aitken,
The Techniques,
The Smoke,
Bauhaus,
Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
Minutemen,
Porter Ricks,
Kerrie Biddell,
The J.B.'s,
Carl Craig,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erykah Badu,
A Certain Ratio,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scrapy,
Robert Hood,
The Index,
The Dirtbombs,
The Wake,
Bill Wells,
Blossom Toes,
David McCallum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Holt,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.