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 Egypt and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Remains,
Tubeway Army,
Rufus Thomas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scion,
Trumans Water,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swell Maps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris & Cosey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hot Snakes,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Bourne,
Leonard Cohen,
Nas,
The Mojo Men,
Mark Hollis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Von Mondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sarah Menescal,
Royal Trux,
Flipper,
Dawn Penn,
China Crisis,
The Young Rascals,
Interpol,
Lakeside,
The Barracudas,
Gong,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
the Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
Toni Rubio,
Theoretical Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Evens,
Rites of Spring,
Black Sheep,
Byron Stingily,
Khruangbin,
Mantronix,
Supertramp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Radio Birdman,
The Pop Group,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tres Demented,
Boredoms,
Funkadelic,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.