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 Samoa and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Sherman,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Porter Ricks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oblivians,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arcadia,
The Techniques,
Fifty Foot Hose,
U.S. Maple,
Black Moon,
Harry Pussy,
Henry Cow,
cv313,
The Fortunes,
Malaria!,
Bobby Womack,
Bob Dylan,
Rod Modell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suburban Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
Schoolly D,
Nik Kershaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hardrive,
Au Pairs,
Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Cecil Taylor,
The Grass Roots,
ABC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pagans,
Drexciya,
Pantytec,
Pulsallama,
Alton Ellis,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moss Icon,
Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Halsall,
Unrelated Segments,
PIL,
The Mummies,
The Invisible,
Jerry's Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.