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 Germany 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Juan Atkins to the grunge 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Gong,
Roger Hodgson,
Althea and Donna,
Jacob Miller,
Crooked Eye,
Goldenarms,
Josef K,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Smooth,
Khruangbin,
Ohio Players,
The Smoke,
Arthur Verocai,
Camberwell Now,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Teasers,
Brick,
Rotary Connection,
Deadbeat,
Pylon,
Hardrive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delta 5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zero Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
F. McDonald,
Isaac Hayes,
Wally Richardson,
EPMD,
Cheater Slicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Star Department,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalann,
Ornette Coleman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Parrish,
The Residents,
Monks,
Groovy Waters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eurythmics,
Camouflage,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Connie Case,
The Toasters,
The Trojans,
Crime,
David Axelrod,
Mo-Dettes,
Stetsasonic,
Grey Daturas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Icehouse,
Hoover,
Unwound,
David Bowie,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.