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 Samoa 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Ponytail to the funk 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
Rufus Thomas,
Supertramp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Cale,
The Durutti Column,
Howard Jones,
Glenn Branca,
DNA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fugazi,
Eric Dolphy,
Sound Behaviour,
Skriet,
Charles Mingus,
Warren Ellis,
Infiniti,
The Beau Brummels,
Sam Rivers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erasure,
Black Sheep,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cramps,
The Sound,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed,
D'Angelo,
The Star Department,
Bobby Womack,
The Vogues,
X-101,
Livin' Joy,
Intrusion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Grass Roots,
Pagans,
The Red Krayola,
Model 500,
Freddie Wadling,
Thee Headcoats,
Joy Division,
Section 25,
The Litter,
Al Stewart,
Neu!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spandau Ballet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythm & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
The New Christs,
OOIOO,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deadbeat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tommy Roe,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.