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 Guyana and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Spandau Ballet to the electroclash 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Babytalk,
Cymande,
Ornette Coleman,
Q and Not U,
Aaron Thompson,
Skarface,
Panda Bear,
Nik Kershaw,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash,
Main Source,
Yaz,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Bananas,
Organ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Five Americans,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacob Miller,
cv313,
John Lydon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moody Blues,
Severed Heads,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cybotron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
The Modern Lovers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deepchord,
Althea and Donna,
Sight & Sound,
Siglo XX,
Animal Collective,
Radiohead,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ken Boothe,
Maurizio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Clarke,
Rapeman,
The Doors,
Davy DMX,
Barry Ungar,
New Order,
The Cure,
Johnny Osbourne,
David McCallum,
Accadde A,
Fela Kuti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amazonics,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tears for Fears,
the Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
Moebius,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.