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 Kiribati and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Gang of Four to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
John Foxx,
Bobby Sherman,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blake Baxter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visage,
Crooked Eye,
Junior Murvin,
Stetsasonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dead C,
Masters at Work,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Style,
Average White Band,
Pere Ubu,
Ponytail,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The United States of America,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dead Boys,
Chris Corsano,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lower 48,
Bobby Hutcherson,
AZ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Desert Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Rufus Thomas,
The Victims,
The Techniques,
Sound Behaviour,
cv313,
Von Mondo,
The Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eddi Front,
Derrick Morgan,
Camberwell Now,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The New Christs,
Moss Icon,
The Golliwogs,
Quantec,
Nick Fraelich,
Kayak,
The Smiths,
Underground Resistance,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.