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 Sierra Leone and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Quando Quango,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacob Miller,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Hill,
Ituana,
Arcadia,
Unrelated Segments,
Sound Behaviour,
FM Einheit,
Scientists,
Susan Cadogan,
The American Breed,
Cluster,
the Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Hood,
The United States of America,
Cheater Slicks,
Nils Olav,
The Toasters,
Aloha Tigers,
Bauhaus,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxette,
Inner City,
The Dave Clark Five,
Intrusion,
Black Sheep,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Groovy Waters,
Arthur Verocai,
Shuggie Otis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mummies,
Sixth Finger,
Eli Mardock,
Loose Ends,
ABC,
Gang of Four,
Sister Nancy,
Slick Rick,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris Corsano,
Archie Shepp,
The Kinks,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick May,
Zero Boys,
Crime,
Zapp,
The Black Dice,
Chrome,
Robert Görl,
Bush Tetras,
Black Bananas,
Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.