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 Namibia and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Soul II Soul to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Bananas,
Grey Daturas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Bowie,
Khruangbin,
Sonic Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fire Engines,
The Blues Magoos,
Tom Boy,
Television,
Nils Olav,
The Black Dice,
Cluster,
The Slits,
Todd Terry,
Mars,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Association,
Porter Ricks,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
10cc,
Pole,
Jeff Mills,
Scion,
Tropical Tobacco,
KRS-One,
X-101,
Vainqueur,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Christie,
Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
Goldenarms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Sonics,
Harmonia,
JFA,
Jacob Miller,
Peter and Kerry,
Pere Ubu,
Warsaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young,
Ronan,
Saccharine Trust,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.