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 Italy and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba 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 Spandau Ballet to the grime 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Los Fastidios,
Bauhaus,
Camouflage,
Pylon,
The Monochrome Set,
The Durutti Column,
Surgeon,
Sound Behaviour,
Scratch Acid,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Bush Tetras,
Josef K,
John Cale,
This Heat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Five Americans,
Gang Starr,
The Music Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Rod Modell,
Joey Negro,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
Brand Nubian,
The Star Department,
World's Most,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quantec,
Adolescents,
Talk Talk,
Cluster,
Nico,
Wally Richardson,
Boredoms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Newcleus,
Half Japanese,
Animal Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eli Mardock,
Lakeside,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Last Poets,
The Angels of Light,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronan,
U.S. Maple,
The Mojo Men,
LL Cool J,
Hashim,
Icehouse,
The Gladiators,
Barry Ungar,
Steve Hackett,
Ludus,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.