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 Chad and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Dave Clark Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Malaria!,
Lungfish,
Model 500,
Tommy Roe,
R.M.O.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacob Miller,
10cc,
Metal Thangz,
Duran Duran,
The Motions,
DNA,
Roxy Music,
Saccharine Trust,
Scratch Acid,
Connie Case,
KRS-One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hashim,
The Angels of Light,
Alton Ellis,
the Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
Monks,
World's Most,
Chrome,
Spoonie Gee,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rod Modell,
Boredoms,
Funky Four + One,
Anthony Braxton,
the Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Rosa Yemen,
The Zeros,
Glenn Branca,
Mantronix,
Howard Jones,
Quadrant,
Dawn Penn,
UT,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Enemy,
T.S.O.L.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
a-ha,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
Marine Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wings,
Essential Logic,
Can,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.