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 Italy and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Stooges,
Tim Buckley,
Hasil Adkins,
The Star Department,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fatback Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Crooked Eye,
Pantytec,
Monolake,
Skaos,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bush Tetras,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Coltrane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erasure,
Tears for Fears,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
Vainqueur,
Lyres,
Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash,
Josef K,
Alphaville,
Lightning Bolt,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Flag,
X-102,
Eurythmics,
Rakim,
Rapeman,
Index,
The Red Krayola,
Absolute Body Control,
Traffic Nightmare,
Massinfluence,
Pole,
Wally Richardson,
Wolf Eyes,
Crime,
Ponytail,
Moby Grape,
Tommy Roe,
Graham Central Station,
MC5,
The Slackers,
Steve Hackett,
Sandy B,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Black Dice,
Sexual Harrassment,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.