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 Nepal and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gong to the disco 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Normal,
Carl Craig,
Animal Collective,
Ossler,
Simply Red,
Pole,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skarface,
Niagra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Basic Channel,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agent Orange,
Connie Case,
48th St. Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boredoms,
The J.B.'s,
Anthony Braxton,
Susan Cadogan,
The Martian,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Mills,
Barclay James Harvest,
Parry Music,
Cymande,
Jawbox,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tres Demented,
New Order,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scion,
Livin' Joy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Popol Vuh,
Magazine,
Pierre Henry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nico,
Slick Rick,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick May,
Unrelated Segments,
Henry Cow,
The Skatalites,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Howard Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Steve Hackett,
Dawn Penn,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.