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 the UAE and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lou Reed 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 China Crisis to the grime 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Jacques Brel,
Japan,
Whodini,
the Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Wings,
Main Source,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boredoms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maurizio,
Davy DMX,
Second Layer,
The Martian,
John Cale,
The Cure,
The Gun Club,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Can,
E-Dancer,
Peter and Kerry,
Subhumans,
10cc,
The Gap Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quantec,
Radiohead,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monochrome Set,
Kevin Saunderson,
Niagra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Model 500,
David Bowie,
ABC,
Negative Approach,
Zero Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Das Ding,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arthur Verocai,
Morten Harket,
Visage,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roger Hodgson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dave Gahan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.