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 Djibouti and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Michelle Simonal to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
The Music Machine,
China Crisis,
Japan,
Funkadelic,
Drexciya,
Iggy Pop,
Mars,
Soulsonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wire,
The Motions,
Goldenarms,
Quando Quango,
B.T. Express,
The Sonics,
The Smoke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moleskins,
Mark Hollis,
Pussy Galore,
Suicide,
The Remains,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rufus Thomas,
Kaleidoscope,
Qualms,
The Associates,
Alphaville,
Pulsallama,
Spandau Ballet,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deepchord,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Hood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pere Ubu,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantaleimon,
The Monks,
ABBA,
Eurythmics,
Black Moon,
Nick Fraelich,
Cecil Taylor,
The Busters,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Slits,
Max Romeo,
Nas,
Bush Tetras,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Names,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.