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 Albania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Heaven 17,
Half Japanese,
New Order,
Sonic Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Halsall,
Faust,
Bobby Sherman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tom Boy,
Soft Machine,
Ludus,
Second Layer,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vainqueur,
Model 500,
Tim Buckley,
The Busters,
Charles Mingus,
Main Source,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Terry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dennis Brown,
The Gories,
The Five Americans,
The Angels of Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Easy Going,
a-ha,
Judy Mowatt,
Television,
Intrusion,
FM Einheit,
The Cure,
The Misunderstood,
Moss Icon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crooked Eye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scion,
Adolescents,
Subhumans,
John Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Popol Vuh,
Sex Pistols,
The Motions,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Real Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Stetsasonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ice-T,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.