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 Moldova and from Philadelphia.
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 Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Wings to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fat Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Style,
Agitation Free,
The Motions,
Excepter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
Max Romeo,
The Human League,
the Germs,
Scan 7,
The Index,
Ultravox,
Au Pairs,
Janne Schatter,
Buzzcocks,
Schoolly D,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Certain Ratio,
Aloha Tigers,
The Raincoats,
Scientists,
Thompson Twins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marvin Gaye,
Smog,
The Selecter,
Boz Scaggs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter & Gordon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Victims,
The Young Rascals,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül II,
Niagra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echospace,
Pulsallama,
Dead Boys,
Nas,
The Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Panda Bear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Bananas,
Radio Birdman,
The Neon Judgement,
Dawn Penn,
Iggy Pop,
Morten Harket,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.