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 Bahamas and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Slave,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Sneak,
The Blues Magoos,
Flash Fearless,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
Josef K,
Soft Cell,
Main Source,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nirvana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funky Four + One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lyres,
The Leaves,
Bootsy Collins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Circle Jerks,
R.M.O.,
Roxette,
Public Enemy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Green,
Pussy Galore,
Mantronix,
T. Rex,
Malaria!,
Rotary Connection,
Glenn Branca,
John Cale,
Duran Duran,
Gang of Four,
Hardrive,
Q and Not U,
Pagans,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wolf Eyes,
Camberwell Now,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Steve Hackett,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doors,
Albert Ayler,
Skriet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Wake,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.