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 Syria and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Idris Muhammad to the rock 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Zapp,
The Invisible,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Searchers,
Wire,
Peter & Gordon,
Yazoo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scratch Acid,
Ice-T,
Kool Moe Dee,
June of 44,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Albert Ayler,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fortunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yaz,
Television Personalities,
Television,
Marvin Gaye,
Section 25,
Eric Copeland,
The Buckinghams,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boogie Down Productions,
Josef K,
Dave Gahan,
Soulsonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Al Stewart,
The Gun Club,
Prince Buster,
Ten City,
The Seeds,
Rapeman,
Banda Bassotti,
Godley & Creme,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Hood,
Don Cherry,
Patti Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Talk Talk,
Sonic Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Chrome,
Lou Christie,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Sheep,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Schoolly D,
Echospace,
Eurythmics,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.