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 Maldives and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Barclay James Harvest to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythm & Sound,
MDC,
The Smoke,
Japan,
The Techniques,
Young Marble Giants,
Pylon,
Monolake,
Malaria!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deadbeat,
The Birthday Party,
The Doors,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Litter,
Ronan,
The Tremeloes,
Rekid,
Michelle Simonal,
Cluster,
The Index,
Janne Schatter,
Lalann,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxette,
Soulsonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
The Red Krayola,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Average White Band,
Pagans,
China Crisis,
Infiniti,
Circle Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Q and Not U,
Fat Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vainqueur,
Stiv Bators,
Wolf Eyes,
Hasil Adkins,
Magazine,
Dawn Penn,
Faust,
Adolescents,
Kayak,
Dual Sessions,
FM Einheit,
F. McDonald,
Brothers Johnson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cal Tjader,
Graham Central Station,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marine Girls,
Yazoo,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.