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 Dominica and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang Green to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Traffic Nightmare,
One Last Wish,
World's Most,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare,
Michelle Simonal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aaron Thompson,
Swell Maps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thee Headcoats,
The Invisible,
Lower 48,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hot Snakes,
Technova,
The Sonics,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül,
Little Man,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris Corsano,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mars,
Section 25,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monochrome Set,
Lakeside,
The Smiths,
The Cure,
Stereo Dub,
Crooked Eye,
Peter and Kerry,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zapp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angry Samoans,
Dead Boys,
a-ha,
Pagans,
The Victims,
Suburban Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Infiniti,
Rapeman,
Cybotron,
Magma,
Pantaleimon,
48th St. Collective,
Procol Harum,
Piero Umiliani,
Audionom,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.