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 Iceland and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Erasure to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Jandek,
Fear,
Sex Pistols,
Arab on Radar,
FM Einheit,
Anakelly,
Terry Callier,
The Young Rascals,
Zapp,
Second Layer,
Cecil Taylor,
David Bowie,
Mission of Burma,
the Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drexciya,
Icehouse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ponytail,
Arcadia,
Chris Corsano,
Eli Mardock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yazoo,
The Index,
Tubeway Army,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Golliwogs,
Jawbox,
Clear Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
Prince Buster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dawn Penn,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alice Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
Joe Finger,
The Residents,
The Trojans,
Blossom Toes,
Jacob Miller,
The Cure,
DNA,
Curtis Mayfield,
B.T. Express,
PIL,
Stereo Dub,
Japan,
Yellowson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.