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 Sudan and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camberwell Now to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Vogues,
Peter and Kerry,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smoke,
The Skatalites,
Fad Gadget,
The Victims,
Negative Approach,
Mandrill,
The Golliwogs,
Nils Olav,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Subhumans,
Panda Bear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bizarre Inc.,
T.S.O.L.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Talk Talk,
The American Breed,
The Wake,
The Busters,
Sixth Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
Whodini,
Quando Quango,
Fatback Band,
the Association,
Sällskapet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grauzone,
Gong,
Adolescents,
Rotary Connection,
David Bowie,
The Names,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slits,
Groovy Waters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scion,
The Monks,
Simply Red,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yellowson,
The J.B.'s,
Danielle Patucci,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nirvana,
the Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Green,
Roxette,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Cell,
Wings,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.