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 the UAE and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Oneida to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Graham Central Station,
Ten City,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amazonics,
D'Angelo,
The American Breed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fat Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Barry Ungar,
Youth Brigade,
June Days,
Von Mondo,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers,
David Bowie,
Unwound,
Oneida,
Bad Manners,
Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Lydon,
Smog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rod Modell,
Lalann,
Cymande,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
Trumans Water,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cure,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiohead,
Archie Shepp,
Hoover,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Associates,
The Last Poets,
Motorama,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxette,
DJ Sneak,
Anakelly,
FM Einheit,
Eurythmics,
Black Flag,
Pantaleimon,
Theoretical Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Jawbox,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.