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 Switzerland and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eurythmics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Maurizio,
Wally Richardson,
Scrapy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
AZ,
Ultra Naté,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Lynne,
Crash Course in Science,
Lyres,
Desert Stars,
The Wake,
ABC,
Public Enemy,
The Cure,
The Misunderstood,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cowsills,
Blancmange,
The Smoke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Josef K,
Pussy Galore,
A Certain Ratio,
Morten Harket,
Zero Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
World's Most,
Flipper,
Todd Terry,
The Kinks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fugs,
Saccharine Trust,
Rotary Connection,
Minnie Riperton,
48th St. Collective,
The Doors,
The Pop Group,
Sällskapet,
David Bowie,
Procol Harum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Goldenarms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
Blake Baxter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiohead,
The Remains,
Qualms,
June of 44,
Magazine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.