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 Grenada and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Theoretical Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Japan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
Ice-T,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Görl,
The Names,
Bill Near,
The Residents,
Y Pants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Sneak,
Crime,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cowsills,
Ronnie Foster,
The Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
X-Ray Spex,
The Evens,
Barrington Levy,
The Motions,
The Divine Comedy,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Christie,
Iggy Pop,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul II Soul,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brick,
Brand Nubian,
Marcia Griffiths,
Godley & Creme,
Masters at Work,
Alton Ellis,
PIL,
Deakin,
Black Moon,
Altered Images,
Brass Construction,
D'Angelo,
Royal Trux,
Buzzcocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
Ohio Players,
Hashim,
The Litter,
Gang Starr,
The Smoke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slave,
UT,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed,
Bauhaus,
Yellowson,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.