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 Malawi and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Absolute Body Control to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Khruangbin,
X-101,
Nils Olav,
Newcleus,
Subhumans,
Circle Jerks,
MC5,
Cluster,
Nas,
Marcia Griffiths,
New York Dolls,
Essential Logic,
David Axelrod,
Todd Terry,
Derrick May,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minny Pops,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Pus,
Sister Nancy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
X-102,
In Retrospect,
the Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Kinks,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Christie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Warren Ellis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Wells,
Grey Daturas,
Massinfluence,
Piero Umiliani,
Scratch Acid,
The Real Kids,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Flag,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doors,
Intrusion,
Marine Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jandek,
Ken Boothe,
Jacques Brel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neu!,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.