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 Ethiopia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Marmalade to the funk 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Mantronix,
Robert Görl,
Con Funk Shun,
Urselle,
Cybotron,
Rosa Yemen,
Bob Dylan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skarface,
Trumans Water,
The Vogues,
The Toasters,
Grey Daturas,
Dennis Brown,
Index,
Dawn Penn,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Christie,
The Kinks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scientists,
Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Inner City,
Clear Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
kango's stein massive,
Arthur Verocai,
Iggy Pop,
Q and Not U,
The Remains,
Organ,
John Holt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blancmange,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Nas,
The Human League,
The Fugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacob Miller,
Hasil Adkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yazoo,
The Zeros,
OOIOO,
Hardrive,
The New Christs,
Bronski Beat,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick May,
Peter & Gordon,
Mo-Dettes,
The Grass Roots,
Jandek,
Scrapy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Real Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.