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 Finland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Hutcherson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Masters at Work,
Altered Images,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suicide,
The Human League,
Derrick May,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vainqueur,
Sugar Minott,
Flamin' Groovies,
Youth Brigade,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Copeland,
Kaleidoscope,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jandek,
Banda Bassotti,
Pharoah Sanders,
L. Decosne,
John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joyce Sims,
Deadbeat,
Hardrive,
Roxy Music,
Basic Channel,
Leonard Cohen,
Saccharine Trust,
Crash Course in Science,
Stetsasonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Massinfluence,
Babytalk,
Bauhaus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sex Pistols,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
Eli Mardock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mandrill,
Nils Olav,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Normal,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Byron Stingily,
The Martian,
Joe Smooth,
Davy DMX,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Byrd,
Yellowson,
Bobby Sherman,
Throbbing Gristle,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.