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 Mali and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Bobby Byrd to the rap 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marvin Gaye,
Supertramp,
Niagra,
Babytalk,
Popol Vuh,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bluetip,
Josef K,
Clear Light,
Sällskapet,
Pantytec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Bowie,
The Standells,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
Swans,
Lalann,
Blossom Toes,
Fugazi,
These Immortal Souls,
the Association,
Stiv Bators,
The Birthday Party,
Index,
Fat Boys,
Cluster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moody Blues,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anthony Braxton,
Livin' Joy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dark Day,
Talk Talk,
Skarface,
Banda Bassotti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABC,
The Count Five,
Yaz,
Chris & Cosey,
Y Pants,
The Saints,
the Bar-Kays,
Joy Division,
Amazonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Blake Baxter,
Eve St. Jones,
FM Einheit,
The New Christs,
Ken Boothe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.