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 Belgium and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Hoover to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
John Foxx,
Max Romeo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doors,
Hasil Adkins,
Kayak,
Blancmange,
Zapp,
LL Cool J,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
Boredoms,
Sandy B,
Joyce Sims,
Glenn Branca,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABBA,
Idris Muhammad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Style,
Nirvana,
Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Junior Murvin,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Finger,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
Monks,
Jeff Mills,
the Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flipper,
Pulsallama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
The Walker Brothers,
Skriet,
Los Fastidios,
L. Decosne,
Funky Four + One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radio Birdman,
Spandau Ballet,
Crash Course in Science,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
JFA,
Dark Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Flag,
Eddi Front,
June of 44,
Panda Bear,
Marc Almond,
The Invisible,
Susan Cadogan,
Cal Tjader,
X-Ray Spex,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.