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 Antigua 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the punk 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mantronix,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cal Tjader,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magma,
Reagan Youth,
L. Decosne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dawn Penn,
Shoche,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moebius,
Lightning Bolt,
Henry Cow,
Japan,
The Residents,
Scan 7,
cv313,
The Doobie Brothers,
Easy Going,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
Byron Stingily,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Animal Collective,
Funky Four + One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Symarip,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Bourne,
Unrelated Segments,
EPMD,
Erasure,
The Remains,
Patti Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
China Crisis,
Boz Scaggs,
Das Ding,
Fear,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül II,
Sandy B,
Cecil Taylor,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.