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 Gabon and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
This Heat,
Wings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Nas,
Technova,
Marine Girls,
The Cramps,
Subhumans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Music Machine,
Sister Nancy,
The Raincoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James White and The Blacks,
Shoche,
Bang On A Can,
Camberwell Now,
The Fugs,
Colin Newman,
Davy DMX,
Jandek,
Kenny Larkin,
Tom Boy,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
Youth Brigade,
Alison Limerick,
H. Thieme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television Personalities,
Brass Construction,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang of Four,
U.S. Maple,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Urselle,
Stetsasonic,
Animal Collective,
Scratch Acid,
The Neon Judgement,
Carl Craig,
Tubeway Army,
Fad Gadget,
Delta 5,
The Mojo Men,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pole,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hardrive,
Soul II Soul,
Nico,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.