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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Stockholm Monsters 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
the Normal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moss Icon,
Index,
Jawbox,
Rekid,
Banda Bassotti,
The American Breed,
Stiv Bators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Durutti Column,
Sister Nancy,
Japan,
Tom Boy,
L. Decosne,
Gabor Szabo,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doors,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moody Blues,
Outsiders,
Warren Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
Arthur Verocai,
Bob Dylan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spandau Ballet,
cv313,
Black Sheep,
Echospace,
Joy Division,
The Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Pulsallama,
Blancmange,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Mills,
Kayak,
Bobby Womack,
Black Bananas,
Alison Limerick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABC,
The Human League,
One Last Wish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oblivians,
The Star Department,
Vainqueur,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masters at Work,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Lungfish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ossler,
Tommy Roe,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.