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 Tanzania and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Q and Not U to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Suicide,
Ponytail,
The Invisible,
Franke,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donald Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blues Magoos,
Main Source,
Pussy Galore,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Bourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Count Five,
Camberwell Now,
Gregory Isaacs,
a-ha,
Underground Resistance,
The Move,
Pantytec,
Stockholm Monsters,
MDC,
The Fall,
Blossom Toes,
CMW,
Piero Umiliani,
Little Man,
Grauzone,
Alice Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Slick Rick,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Lynne,
Smog,
Amon Düül,
The Fugs,
the Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
Aswad,
Deakin,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fluxion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soft Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Leaves,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Heaven 17,
ABBA,
Oneida,
Talk Talk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Saints,
Absolute Body Control,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glenn Branca,
Eddi Front,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.