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 Romania and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sparks to the crunk 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Scion,
Wings,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Bowie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
LL Cool J,
Zapp,
Throbbing Gristle,
China Crisis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fortunes,
Jacques Brel,
Radiopuhelimet,
H. Thieme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Guru Guru,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
The Barracudas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quadrant,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
The Divine Comedy,
Marmalade,
Vladislav Delay,
Terrestrial Tones,
Josef K,
Half Japanese,
Thee Headcoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Slave,
Deepchord,
Grauzone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minutemen,
Ronan,
Juan Atkins,
In Retrospect,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magazine,
Desert Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Sixth Finger,
The Slackers,
One Last Wish,
The Golliwogs,
The Move,
Livin' Joy,
Cymande,
Reuben Wilson,
Symarip,
Unwound,
Deakin,
Black Moon,
the Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.