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 Mexico and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Kaleidoscope to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Iggy Pop,
Don Cherry,
Television,
Ornette Coleman,
the Human League,
Subhumans,
The Mummies,
Ultra Naté,
Jimmy McGriff,
Popol Vuh,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marvin Gaye,
10cc,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Susan Cadogan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dirtbombs,
Parry Music,
Rufus Thomas,
Basic Channel,
Cal Tjader,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camouflage,
Radio Birdman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Al Stewart,
Funky Four + One,
Pole,
Tres Demented,
Pantaleimon,
Nico,
Public Enemy,
The Golliwogs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slave,
Pylon,
Dual Sessions,
ABC,
Tommy Roe,
Warsaw,
H. Thieme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Talk Talk,
Das Ding,
Fluxion,
Cybotron,
Kenny Larkin,
Grauzone,
Gang Green,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cramps,
Ronnie Foster,
Minor Threat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.