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 Maldives and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Graham Central Station to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moebius,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Hill,
Gichy Dan,
Deakin,
Second Layer,
Fat Boys,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed,
Godley & Creme,
New Order,
Robert Wyatt,
Ponytail,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Terry,
Magma,
The Neon Judgement,
David Axelrod,
Sällskapet,
Brand Nubian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris Corsano,
Warsaw,
Camouflage,
Severed Heads,
Magazine,
Dennis Brown,
Vladislav Delay,
The Searchers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Sonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Görl,
Von Mondo,
Vainqueur,
The Gories,
Mission of Burma,
Radio Birdman,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Y Pants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobbi Humphrey,
10cc,
Angry Samoans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Human League,
Subhumans,
Skriet,
Fad Gadget,
Bauhaus,
Rakim,
Niagra,
The Young Rascals,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.