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 Malaysia and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the punk 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Heaven 17,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terry Callier,
Connie Case,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Finger,
Shoche,
Unrelated Segments,
This Heat,
Chris Corsano,
Section 25,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mad Mike,
The Raincoats,
The Fuzztones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ludus,
Crooked Eye,
Swell Maps,
the Swans,
Fatback Band,
Audionom,
Nik Kershaw,
The Velvet Underground,
Aural Exciters,
Inner City,
The Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Christie,
Moebius,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Red Krayola,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
a-ha,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Das Ding,
Massinfluence,
Franke,
The Martian,
Lindisfarne,
Boz Scaggs,
The Associates,
Wings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television,
Essential Logic,
Lucky Dragons,
The Angels of Light,
Cluster,
CMW,
Pulsallama,
Sister Nancy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric Copeland,
Silicon Teens,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.