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 Bolivia and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 The Human League to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Boz Scaggs,
Nico,
Terry Callier,
Nils Olav,
Gichy Dan,
B.T. Express,
Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
Black Moon,
The Litter,
Minutemen,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare,
Robert Wyatt,
R.M.O.,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Normal,
Quantec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hashim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
48th St. Collective,
Dawn Penn,
Wire,
Morten Harket,
Von Mondo,
Can,
Reuben Wilson,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
Deepchord,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June Days,
The Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Fatback Band,
Brand Nubian,
Minor Threat,
Rufus Thomas,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Byrd,
E-Dancer,
Saccharine Trust,
Fear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barclay James Harvest,
Das Ding,
Quando Quango,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultravox,
L. Decosne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Holt,
The Smiths,
James White and The Blacks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.