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 Jordan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Sight & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Talk Talk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
T. Rex,
The Moody Blues,
The Dirtbombs,
Sparks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quando Quango,
Ludus,
Silicon Teens,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacob Miller,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bad Manners,
Todd Terry,
Ronan,
Gichy Dan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Excepter,
DNA,
The Monochrome Set,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Birthday Party,
Eve St. Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Count Five,
Khruangbin,
the Normal,
Bizarre Inc.,
FM Einheit,
Ultravox,
Dave Gahan,
the Bar-Kays,
Cal Tjader,
Adolescents,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delon & Dalcan,
Animal Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quadrant,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Golliwogs,
Scratch Acid,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MDC,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.