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 Spain and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Evens to the electroclash 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
The Grass Roots,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantytec,
Sixth Finger,
Duran Duran,
Michelle Simonal,
Cameo,
Isaac Hayes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sandy B,
Darondo,
Warren Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
The Move,
Eric Dolphy,
Circle Jerks,
48th St. Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fear,
Index,
Tears for Fears,
Scan 7,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dirtbombs,
Harmonia,
DJ Sneak,
Groovy Waters,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Order,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alphaville,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rapeman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gun Club,
Boz Scaggs,
Parry Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
Janne Schatter,
Infiniti,
The Raincoats,
Country Teasers,
Sex Pistols,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Finger,
The Evens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Association,
Jerry's Kids,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.