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 Djibouti and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Symarip to the rap 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Halsall,
Flipper,
Massinfluence,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker,
Zero Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers,
Moss Icon,
Heaven 17,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Teasers,
kango's stein massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aloha Tigers,
Thompson Twins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
U.S. Maple,
Bang On A Can,
These Immortal Souls,
Surgeon,
Robert Görl,
Livin' Joy,
Mad Mike,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harmonia,
The Pretty Things,
The Neon Judgement,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Juan Atkins,
Kas Product,
Sällskapet,
Susan Cadogan,
JFA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Anthony Braxton,
Smog,
Faraquet,
Tears for Fears,
Ultravox,
The Standells,
Los Fastidios,
Supertramp,
The Martian,
Mo-Dettes,
Camberwell Now,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Axelrod,
Brothers Johnson,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Lynne,
Buzzcocks,
Quando Quango,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.