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 Burundi and from London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DJ Sneak to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brass Construction,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unrelated Segments,
Yellowson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pole,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Byrd,
Cluster,
The Zeros,
The Dead C,
Nik Kershaw,
Scientists,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Babytalk,
Albert Ayler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
One Last Wish,
The New Christs,
The Fuzztones,
Heaven 17,
Trumans Water,
The Modern Lovers,
The Angels of Light,
Godley & Creme,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Birthday Party,
Massinfluence,
The Flesh Eaters,
Theoretical Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camberwell Now,
The Fall,
Symarip,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Oblivians,
Tropical Tobacco,
Archie Shepp,
Boredoms,
DJ Style,
The Cure,
Ituana,
Lou Reed,
The Blues Magoos,
Sällskapet,
Livin' Joy,
Erasure,
Gong,
Mo-Dettes,
Moss Icon,
Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
Arcadia,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.