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 Kuwait 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Anakelly,
The Star Department,
Moss Icon,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
Ludus,
The Leaves,
Derrick May,
U.S. Maple,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacob Miller,
Moebius,
The Slits,
Marine Girls,
Pere Ubu,
The Fugs,
Morten Harket,
Massinfluence,
Kool Moe Dee,
Godley & Creme,
Schoolly D,
Q and Not U,
Nas,
Wolf Eyes,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxy Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacques Brel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Real Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gichy Dan,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Eating Sloth,
Malaria!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agitation Free,
Yusef Lateef,
Smog,
The Victims,
The Cure,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nils Olav,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang of Four,
Scion,
The Divine Comedy,
Half Japanese,
The Associates,
The Detroit Cobras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pulsallama,
DNA,
Unwound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tom Boy,
Saccharine Trust,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.