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 Djibouti 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Busters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Camberwell Now,
The Grass Roots,
Mo-Dettes,
Excepter,
Slave,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantytec,
Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxette,
The Gun Club,
Anakelly,
June of 44,
Smog,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Hill,
Brand Nubian,
Porter Ricks,
Cheater Slicks,
Qualms,
Moby Grape,
Ponytail,
The Count Five,
B.T. Express,
The Misunderstood,
The Raincoats,
Japan,
Bob Dylan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chris Corsano,
The Martian,
T.S.O.L.,
Pylon,
Yellowson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visage,
Yusef Lateef,
PIL,
The Toasters,
Cal Tjader,
Freddie Wadling,
Slick Rick,
Franke,
Bill Wells,
The Moody Blues,
Marine Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Von Mondo,
Talk Talk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
R.M.O.,
The Golliwogs,
Eden Ahbez,
Soulsonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aaron Thompson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Almond,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.