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 Chad and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 a-ha to the punk 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Durutti Column,
Country Joe & The Fish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gories,
Blake Baxter,
Rod Modell,
Shuggie Otis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Con Funk Shun,
The Searchers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Bananas,
Spandau Ballet,
Wolf Eyes,
Spoonie Gee,
Hot Snakes,
Arab on Radar,
PIL,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vainqueur,
Brand Nubian,
Pole,
Rekid,
The Toasters,
Charles Mingus,
Theoretical Girls,
Royal Trux,
Deakin,
Bobby Womack,
Ken Boothe,
Pantytec,
The Litter,
World's Most,
Scrapy,
Duran Duran,
Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Hood,
Nik Kershaw,
Al Stewart,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Moon,
Juan Atkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy Collins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Idris Muhammad,
Interpol,
The New Christs,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerri Chandler,
kango's stein massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.