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 Malawi and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tomorrow to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
Ten City,
The Fortunes,
Q and Not U,
Eric Copeland,
Agitation Free,
Scrapy,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Motorama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Kinks,
Outsiders,
Funkadelic,
Thompson Twins,
Rufus Thomas,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monochrome Set,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Khruangbin,
LL Cool J,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispian St. Peters,
L. Decosne,
Warren Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
Zero Boys,
Cymande,
Vladislav Delay,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scratch Acid,
Underground Resistance,
Spandau Ballet,
PIL,
Chris Corsano,
Excepter,
David McCallum,
Kas Product,
Cybotron,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Görl,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Index,
Pere Ubu,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.