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 Tunisia and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Reuben Wilson to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Robert Hood,
Ultra Naté,
Royal Trux,
The Move,
The Grass Roots,
The Saints,
Oblivians,
Tears for Fears,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rod Modell,
These Immortal Souls,
KRS-One,
Ronnie Foster,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scion,
Sällskapet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Dolphy,
The Leaves,
The Evens,
Minny Pops,
Roxy Music,
Chris & Cosey,
Bronski Beat,
The Zeros,
The Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
The Red Krayola,
Blancmange,
Curtis Mayfield,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
L. Decosne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacob Miller,
The Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Yellowson,
Delon & Dalcan,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Hill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick May,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Talk Talk,
The Count Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fatback Band,
Funkadelic,
Rakim,
Anakelly,
Vladislav Delay,
Hardrive,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.