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 Uganda and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 a-ha to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Fraelich,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Procol Harum,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Silicon Teens,
Yazoo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faraquet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scion,
Tubeway Army,
Brothers Johnson,
Josef K,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crash Course in Science,
the Human League,
Skaos,
Thee Headcoats,
Nico,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Adolescents,
Matthew Bourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marshall Jefferson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bill Near,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fall,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visage,
K-Klass,
Scientists,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Germs,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Wells,
Erasure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
OOIOO,
The Names,
Aswad,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Görl,
Bad Manners,
Shoche,
Kaleidoscope,
The Real Kids,
Flash Fearless,
Neu!,
Bob Dylan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cybotron,
Sex Pistols,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.