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 Kuwait and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grunge 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Wally Richardson,
In Retrospect,
EPMD,
Bush Tetras,
The Modern Lovers,
Jawbox,
Pole,
Sarah Menescal,
Henry Cow,
Easy Going,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thompson Twins,
Brass Construction,
Gang Green,
Reuben Wilson,
John Holt,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vladislav Delay,
Amazonics,
Kas Product,
MC5,
Crooked Eye,
Mantronix,
Agitation Free,
Rapeman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liliput,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fortunes,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doors,
Bluetip,
Joensuu 1685,
Judy Mowatt,
Agent Orange,
the Slits,
Inner City,
Silicon Teens,
Faust,
Niagra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacques Brel,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stetsasonic,
Supertramp,
FM Einheit,
Pantaleimon,
a-ha,
The Pretty Things,
Grauzone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.