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 Korea South and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the jazz 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Absolute Body Control,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Names,
Symarip,
Depeche Mode,
Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shuggie Otis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
U.S. Maple,
Wally Richardson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Associates,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skriet,
The Slits,
The Smiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Toasters,
Intrusion,
Fear,
David McCallum,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rotary Connection,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry's Kids,
Zero Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Desert Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Panda Bear,
The Slackers,
La Düsseldorf,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
The Human League,
Mission of Burma,
Brothers Johnson,
Second Layer,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cramps,
Sparks,
Black Pus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joey Negro,
Kaleidoscope,
Barbara Tucker,
Los Fastidios,
Silicon Teens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Tremeloes,
the Human League,
Flash Fearless,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.