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 Netherlands and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Index to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ten City,
Amazonics,
Patti Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moody Blues,
Clear Light,
F. McDonald,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Teasers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlback,
DNA,
Visage,
Todd Terry,
The Associates,
Oblivians,
Donald Byrd,
cv313,
Skaos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
UT,
Monolake,
The Walker Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Easy Going,
Scan 7,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiohead,
Excepter,
Motorama,
Skriet,
Moebius,
B.T. Express,
The Techniques,
The Wake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suicide,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Finger,
ABC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Babytalk,
Silicon Teens,
Kool Moe Dee,
Saccharine Trust,
Average White Band,
Lalann,
Royal Trux,
Bluetip,
Goldenarms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dual Sessions,
The United States of America,
Leonard Cohen,
Alice Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
Pantaleimon,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.