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 Australia and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter and Kerry to the techno 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Sound Behaviour,
La Düsseldorf,
Schoolly D,
Malaria!,
Drexciya,
Henry Cow,
Sixth Finger,
New Age Steppers,
John Holt,
Metal Thangz,
The Raincoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Surgeon,
The Litter,
Desert Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
The Five Americans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grauzone,
the Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
Von Mondo,
E-Dancer,
48th St. Collective,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
This Heat,
Sonic Youth,
Adolescents,
The J.B.'s,
OOIOO,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Clarke,
The Names,
Nick Fraelich,
The Birthday Party,
the Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
New Order,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun City Girls,
Magma,
Khruangbin,
The Beau Brummels,
Alton Ellis,
ABC,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Index,
Oneida,
Lucky Dragons,
Eddi Front,
The Red Krayola,
Q65,
Lou Reed,
Lightning Bolt,
Arab on Radar,
Funkadelic,
Kenny Larkin,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.