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 Barbados and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Cymande 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Q and Not U,
Wolf Eyes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harmonia,
Con Funk Shun,
Donny Hathaway,
Sixth Finger,
Index,
Jawbox,
Deepchord,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Kinks,
The Moleskins,
New Age Steppers,
Erykah Badu,
Sugar Minott,
Cluster,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Sheep,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang of Four,
Camouflage,
Gastr Del Sol,
David McCallum,
Scientists,
Arcadia,
Guru Guru,
Mandrill,
Robert Hood,
Patti Smith,
Television,
kango's stein massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
The New Christs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Intrusion,
Severed Heads,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fatback Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
F. McDonald,
Model 500,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moby Grape,
Babytalk,
Soul Sonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sparks,
Brass Construction,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Axelrod,
Japan,
Derrick May,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.