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 Bhutan and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Oblivians to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slave,
MDC,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Hood,
Sam Rivers,
Cal Tjader,
Quadrant,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lucky Dragons,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Selecter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
U.S. Maple,
The Gap Band,
Jacques Brel,
David McCallum,
Simply Red,
Oneida,
Black Moon,
The Raincoats,
F. McDonald,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed,
Dark Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Q and Not U,
The Wake,
Sex Pistols,
Index,
Soft Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dawn Penn,
The Velvet Underground,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
CMW,
Accadde A,
Magazine,
Erasure,
Zero Boys,
Mad Mike,
Severed Heads,
Goldenarms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Surgeon,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Enemy,
Bauhaus,
The Misunderstood,
Royal Trux,
Robert Wyatt,
Bronski Beat,
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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.