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 Barbados and from Jakarta.
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 New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Harmonia to the crunk 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Parrish,
Quando Quango,
Brothers Johnson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mark Hollis,
Cybotron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultra Naté,
The Barracudas,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Sherman,
Hasil Adkins,
Visage,
Half Japanese,
Cymande,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
Aswad,
Rod Modell,
Moss Icon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reagan Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fortunes,
Anthony Braxton,
New York Dolls,
Echospace,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sparks,
Ituana,
Monks,
D'Angelo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
EPMD,
Country Teasers,
Q65,
AZ,
Suburban Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Martian,
kango's stein massive,
Leonard Cohen,
Iggy Pop,
Carl Craig,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pussy Galore,
John Foxx,
Fluxion,
Thompson Twins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moebius,
Chrome,
cv313,
The Doors,
In Retrospect,
Panda Bear,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.