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 Nicaragua and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Golliwogs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boredoms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sight & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Audionom,
Hardrive,
Flash Fearless,
Loose Ends,
The Knickerbockers,
Fat Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultra Naté,
Technova,
The Golliwogs,
John Holt,
Deakin,
Goldenarms,
Ornette Coleman,
Tommy Roe,
Scott Walker,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Hood,
Al Stewart,
Reagan Youth,
Unwound,
Thompson Twins,
Mark Hollis,
Faraquet,
Radio Birdman,
Pere Ubu,
Television Personalities,
Jacob Miller,
The Count Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donald Byrd,
John Lydon,
Chrome,
The J.B.'s,
Newcleus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pierre Henry,
The Gladiators,
Joe Finger,
Average White Band,
Bad Manners,
Smog,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gerry Rafferty,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Sheep,
The Black Dice,
Gang Starr,
Urselle,
Stiv Bators,
The Selecter,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.