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 Nepal and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 cv313 to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mission of Burma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Raincoats,
The Barracudas,
Das Ding,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cal Tjader,
Peter and Kerry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minny Pops,
Rapeman,
Chris & Cosey,
Kerri Chandler,
The Move,
The Trojans,
The Divine Comedy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nico,
The Standells,
Michelle Simonal,
Little Man,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cramps,
The Monks,
F. McDonald,
Dead Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liliput,
The Dead C,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yusef Lateef,
Youth Brigade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blossom Toes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultra Naté,
Josef K,
Organ,
Oneida,
Soulsonic Force,
John Lydon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ohio Players,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blake Baxter,
Fluxion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.