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 Iceland and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Scion to the electroclash 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
The Motions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Schoolly D,
Bill Near,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispy Ambulance,
Simply Red,
The Gories,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fuzztones,
Dual Sessions,
Eden Ahbez,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Cale,
David Bowie,
Massinfluence,
Suburban Knight,
Leonard Cohen,
Al Stewart,
The United States of America,
Crash Course in Science,
Talk Talk,
Ultra Naté,
Junior Murvin,
Skaos,
Mo-Dettes,
The Selecter,
Television Personalities,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Royal Trux,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Bananas,
Guru Guru,
the Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swell Maps,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Technova,
Sam Rivers,
Section 25,
The Gap Band,
The Misunderstood,
Urselle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ten City,
Bobby Sherman,
Masters at Work,
Neu!,
Inner City,
Minny Pops,
New Order,
Max Romeo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MDC,
Roger Hodgson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joyce Sims,
Sun City Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.