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 Fiji and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Man Eating Sloth to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Excepter,
The Divine Comedy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hasil Adkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Clear Light,
Boredoms,
Youth Brigade,
Nico,
Donny Hathaway,
Sister Nancy,
The Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Lower 48,
Pere Ubu,
New Order,
Icehouse,
Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Trumans Water,
Whodini,
Sight & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sparks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cecil Taylor,
Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Rekid,
Jacob Miller,
Idris Muhammad,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Happenings,
Dawn Penn,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Bowie,
Bluetip,
EPMD,
Cybotron,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Mills,
Maurizio,
Gichy Dan,
Lalann,
Drexciya,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
Silicon Teens,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stockholm Monsters,
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.