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 East Timor and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the funk 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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Cameo,
Lalann,
Zapp,
Pulsallama,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Simply Red,
Sonic Youth,
Scrapy,
The Searchers,
the Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Y Pants,
KRS-One,
Dorothy Ashby,
Audionom,
Tubeway Army,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed,
Ultra Naté,
Judy Mowatt,
Pussy Galore,
The Raincoats,
AZ,
Lakeside,
Fear,
ABBA,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick Morgan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alison Limerick,
Marine Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Altered Images,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
The Golliwogs,
Pylon,
Section 25,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mars,
Bang On A Can,
New Age Steppers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Litter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Half Japanese,
JFA,
Kaleidoscope,
Rod Modell,
Babytalk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Bourne,
Don Cherry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fall,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.