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 Namibia and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Bobby Womack to the jazz 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stiv Bators,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Essential Logic,
Cluster,
Flash Fearless,
Average White Band,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Bad Manners,
Outsiders,
CMW,
Joensuu 1685,
Rapeman,
Morten Harket,
The Searchers,
Graham Central Station,
Warsaw,
Ice-T,
New Order,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Colin Newman,
Pagans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick May,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gong,
Suicide,
Deadbeat,
Alphaville,
Davy DMX,
MDC,
Stetsasonic,
The Doors,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerrie Biddell,
Don Cherry,
L. Decosne,
Absolute Body Control,
Scientists,
Symarip,
The Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
Country Teasers,
H. Thieme,
Reagan Youth,
Masters at Work,
Charles Mingus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.