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 Belarus and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kas Product,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare,
Aural Exciters,
The Searchers,
The Monks,
Pantytec,
Deakin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sällskapet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Move,
Joensuu 1685,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Hood,
Ponytail,
The Human League,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Names,
Agitation Free,
Connie Case,
Dennis Brown,
Adolescents,
Rekid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gap Band,
Fat Boys,
The Vogues,
Metal Thangz,
The Divine Comedy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terry Callier,
Technova,
Cal Tjader,
The Zeros,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drexciya,
Bronski Beat,
Cluster,
Aloha Tigers,
Von Mondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Motions,
Crash Course in Science,
Moss Icon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Icehouse,
Reagan Youth,
Sparks,
Johnny Clarke,
MC5,
Prince Buster,
Organ,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.