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 Kiribati and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Visage to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Cluster,
Robert Hood,
One Last Wish,
Junior Murvin,
Japan,
Agitation Free,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
8 Eyed Spy,
The United States of America,
U.S. Maple,
Skarface,
Motorama,
Todd Terry,
Harpers Bizarre,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Techniques,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terry Callier,
Visage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Roxy Music,
The Misunderstood,
Make Up,
Blossom Toes,
Country Teasers,
Public Enemy,
Crime,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
Maurizio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry's Kids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alton Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
Chris Corsano,
DNA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mojo Men,
The Saints,
The Monochrome Set,
Nirvana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Starr,
F. McDonald,
K-Klass,
John Holt,
The Stooges,
LL Cool J,
Davy DMX,
Cybotron,
Animal Collective,
Grey Daturas,
Pere Ubu,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.