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 Gambia and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marc Almond to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
T. Rex,
The Cramps,
Hardrive,
Bill Wells,
Gregory Isaacs,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monolake,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra,
Youth Brigade,
John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
Janne Schatter,
Sugar Minott,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joyce Sims,
David Bowie,
Moebius,
Bang On A Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Vogues,
Tears for Fears,
Absolute Body Control,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ice-T,
Jeff Mills,
The Alarm Clocks,
La Düsseldorf,
UT,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mandrill,
Essential Logic,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Offenders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Trojans,
Faraquet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Bananas,
The Fall,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pretty Things,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alphaville,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABBA,
Black Sheep,
Los Fastidios,
Delta 5,
Spoonie Gee,
Wings,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fela Kuti,
Shuggie Otis,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Near,
Dark Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Star Department,
Harry Pussy,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.