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 Morocco and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Vainqueur to the jazz 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Bourne,
Inner City,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funkadelic,
Supertramp,
Flipper,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül,
Nirvana,
Ten City,
The Invisible,
The Martian,
Ultra Naté,
The American Breed,
Minnie Riperton,
Index,
The Grass Roots,
The Fugs,
Quadrant,
The Count Five,
Crime,
Scrapy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sight & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
This Heat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shuggie Otis,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kenny Larkin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
Tim Buckley,
These Immortal Souls,
The Vogues,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Second Layer,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris & Cosey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Osbourne,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Fraelich,
Main Source,
Alton Ellis,
Yellowson,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.