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 Sweden and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Blackbyrds to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Groovy Waters,
Mandrill,
Deepchord,
Q and Not U,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonny Sharrock,
These Immortal Souls,
Scan 7,
Al Stewart,
Monks,
Minny Pops,
Fat Boys,
Vainqueur,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rapeman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Das Ding,
Barrington Levy,
X-101,
Harmonia,
Bush Tetras,
Bang On A Can,
Joensuu 1685,
Basic Channel,
The Fortunes,
The Index,
Rekid,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Starr,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Archie Shepp,
Juan Atkins,
Camouflage,
Franke,
Agitation Free,
The Slits,
Niagra,
The Last Poets,
Japan,
Soft Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
Alton Ellis,
Yellowson,
Siglo XX,
Cybotron,
Moss Icon,
The Martian,
Crime,
Ponytail,
Bobby Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Tres Demented,
Yaz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultra Naté,
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.