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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Altered Images to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Bootsy Collins,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacques Brel,
Fad Gadget,
John Holt,
Pussy Galore,
Flash Fearless,
Wire,
Das Ding,
Desert Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Metal Thangz,
Hasil Adkins,
Mantronix,
The Human League,
Sight & Sound,
Newcleus,
Joyce Sims,
Ice-T,
David McCallum,
Sexual Harrassment,
Average White Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott Heron,
In Retrospect,
Soft Machine,
Minny Pops,
Derrick May,
John Cale,
The Smiths,
Minor Threat,
Essential Logic,
New York Dolls,
Ituana,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Kevin Saunderson,
Urselle,
T. Rex,
Rekid,
The Mojo Men,
Susan Cadogan,
Joensuu 1685,
Aural Exciters,
Blake Baxter,
Chris & Cosey,
Quadrant,
Jacob Miller,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Searchers,
Sandy B,
The Tremeloes,
Mars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monochrome Set,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.