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 Jamaica and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scan 7 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Joensuu 1685,
Stetsasonic,
Harmonia,
Bootsy Collins,
Inner City,
Davy DMX,
China Crisis,
Spandau Ballet,
Ice-T,
The Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oneida,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Essential Logic,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül II,
Aaron Thompson,
John Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
June of 44,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Lynne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
the Germs,
The Dead C,
Black Moon,
Monolake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cure,
John Holt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zero Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Wyatt,
cv313,
Suburban Knight,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Hood,
The Gap Band,
Dark Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smiths,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gun Club,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pole,
Ronan,
Chrome,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Bowie,
the Normal,
Blake Baxter,
Gang of Four,
In Retrospect,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.