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 Oman and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ituana to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Anakelly,
Minny Pops,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultra Naté,
the Association,
Basic Channel,
Tubeway Army,
The Sound,
Black Pus,
Gang Green,
Minutemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hardrive,
Drexciya,
June Days,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Sneak,
Minnie Riperton,
Q and Not U,
the Normal,
Oblivians,
Howard Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Symarip,
Visage,
the Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Talk Talk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Dolphy,
Dave Gahan,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Martian,
Sixth Finger,
Ponytail,
Pere Ubu,
Aural Exciters,
Rufus Thomas,
The Associates,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Organ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The New Christs,
Junior Murvin,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wolf Eyes,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Finger,
The Golliwogs,
Underground Resistance,
Funkadelic,
Don Cherry,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.