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 Bangladesh and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tropical Tobacco to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Tres Demented,
Godley & Creme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drexciya,
Heaven 17,
The Kinks,
Lakeside,
Alphaville,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Hill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Junior Murvin,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-102,
the Sonics,
ABBA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Au Pairs,
The Happenings,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Wyatt,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül,
Rhythm & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Technova,
Anthony Braxton,
Ludus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brothers Johnson,
The Leaves,
Country Teasers,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Terry,
The Fire Engines,
Ossler,
The Gun Club,
The Count Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang of Four,
Von Mondo,
Rekid,
The Standells,
Colin Newman,
Dark Day,
Susan Cadogan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gories,
Deadbeat,
Hardrive,
Arthur Verocai,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.