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 Taiwan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Spandau Ballet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Von Mondo,
T.S.O.L.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reuben Wilson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Byrd,
Symarip,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deepchord,
The Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Suicide,
The Count Five,
Cybotron,
The Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
Tubeway Army,
New Age Steppers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonic Youth,
Massinfluence,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
Gabor Szabo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Das Ding,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
Porter Ricks,
Anthony Braxton,
The Remains,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Terry,
Magazine,
Iggy Pop,
Sällskapet,
Laurel Aitken,
Mad Mike,
The Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young,
Little Man,
Moss Icon,
Skriet,
Brick,
Audionom,
Todd Rundgren,
Youth Brigade,
Kurtis Blow,
Malaria!,
10cc,
Infiniti,
Patti Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.