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 Czech Republic and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Bar-Kays to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Schoolly D,
Delta 5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joensuu 1685,
Procol Harum,
Fugazi,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Copeland,
Arcadia,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Excepter,
The Happenings,
D'Angelo,
Donny Hathaway,
The Five Americans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glenn Branca,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fat Boys,
Lakeside,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Martian,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Görl,
Newcleus,
Bootsy Collins,
Erykah Badu,
the Association,
Pulsallama,
Brothers Johnson,
Anakelly,
The Skatalites,
Nico,
Iggy Pop,
Patti Smith,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Swell Maps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slits,
Quantec,
Eve St. Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Arab on Radar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter and Kerry,
EPMD,
The Mojo Men,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Talk Talk,
Thee Headcoats,
Crime,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yellowson,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.