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 Burkina 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Donald Fagen 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 Connie Case to the techno 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Marvin Gaye,
R.M.O.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skaos,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacques Brel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Seeds,
Neil Young,
Silicon Teens,
Von Mondo,
B.T. Express,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Clarke,
Radio Birdman,
Technova,
Dark Day,
Marc Almond,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker,
Suicide,
The Grass Roots,
The Moody Blues,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Angels of Light,
L. Decosne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skarface,
Avey Tare,
UT,
Talk Talk,
Popol Vuh,
Deadbeat,
Urselle,
Yaz,
Warren Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
David McCallum,
John Holt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Howard Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
The Zeros,
Maurizio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Buckinghams,
Half Japanese,
Kayak,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.