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 St Lucia and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Silicon Teens to the grime 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Intrusion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Toni Rubio,
Ultra Naté,
Moby Grape,
Scrapy,
Josef K,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Japan,
Jeff Mills,
a-ha,
Bluetip,
Pylon,
Pantytec,
The Pretty Things,
Television,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Near,
The Cure,
Ohio Players,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Lynne,
The Evens,
ABC,
The Blues Magoos,
The Zeros,
MDC,
Jawbox,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liliput,
Dave Gahan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Don Cherry,
Magma,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
Second Layer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Tremeloes,
The Skatalites,
Minny Pops,
cv313,
The Happenings,
Sparks,
The Velvet Underground,
48th St. Collective,
Joey Negro,
Robert Hood,
Idris Muhammad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Misunderstood,
H. Thieme,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.