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 Belarus and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Howard Jones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Minor Threat,
E-Dancer,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
Theoretical Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sound Behaviour,
Fear,
X-Ray Spex,
Dawn Penn,
The Seeds,
These Immortal Souls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pere Ubu,
Roxette,
Camouflage,
Max Romeo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
Mission of Burma,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Toni Rubio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joy Division,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monks,
Jandek,
Yaz,
Eve St. Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
The Selecter,
Cybotron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Main Source,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Durutti Column,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gladiators,
The Offenders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül,
Can,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Rundgren,
The Raincoats,
Warsaw,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Pus,
Yazoo,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Michelle Simonal,
Au Pairs,
Erykah Badu,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.