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 Iraq and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the punk 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kenny Larkin,
Scientists,
The Cowsills,
The Knickerbockers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Lynne,
Josef K,
The Associates,
The Remains,
The Pretty Things,
The Trojans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Martian,
the Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
Don Cherry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q and Not U,
Mark Hollis,
Ultra Naté,
Jacques Brel,
Sonic Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
DNA,
Joyce Sims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Massinfluence,
Adolescents,
Quadrant,
Blossom Toes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
Franke,
Vainqueur,
the Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Bowie,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Bourne,
Steve Hackett,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deakin,
Siglo XX,
Dead Boys,
David McCallum,
The Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
The Raincoats,
The Cure,
Lou Christie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lungfish,
Radio Birdman,
Gang of Four,
Lalann,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Von Mondo,
Moebius,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.