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 Ivory Coast and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Main Source,
Warsaw,
Gong,
The Golliwogs,
R.M.O.,
Buzzcocks,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Sherman,
Minny Pops,
the Swans,
Babytalk,
Goldenarms,
China Crisis,
Flash Fearless,
Drexciya,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minor Threat,
Sun City Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Easy Going,
The Skatalites,
The Smoke,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fall,
These Immortal Souls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Alarm Clocks,
Parry Music,
Massinfluence,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare,
Althea and Donna,
The Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Susan Cadogan,
Lucky Dragons,
Idris Muhammad,
Brand Nubian,
Malaria!,
Skaos,
Alice Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arcadia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Almond,
The Raincoats,
Reagan Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacob Miller,
The Grass Roots,
Sight & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Fugazi,
Intrusion,
In Retrospect,
Erasure,
Black Pus,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.