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 Mongolia and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Neon Judgement to the rap 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Chris & Cosey,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Lynne,
Mark Hollis,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Associates,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Barracudas,
Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
These Immortal Souls,
Wasted Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
Juan Atkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Techniques,
Excepter,
Heaven 17,
Silicon Teens,
Siglo XX,
Kurtis Blow,
Tommy Roe,
Little Man,
Roxette,
Brothers Johnson,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Altered Images,
Peter and Kerry,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed,
Banda Bassotti,
The Searchers,
Lungfish,
Albert Ayler,
Groovy Waters,
New York Dolls,
Das Ding,
Parry Music,
Rod Modell,
The Durutti Column,
Donald Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
Skriet,
Slave,
Panda Bear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry's Kids,
Rotary Connection,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers,
Theoretical Girls,
Harmonia,
Agitation Free,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.