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 Russia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Blancmange to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
Index,
Alphaville,
Anakelly,
Gang Starr,
Inner City,
The Gories,
Depeche Mode,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boredoms,
The Beau Brummels,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Von Mondo,
Pere Ubu,
Tim Buckley,
ABBA,
Slave,
Junior Murvin,
Masters at Work,
Ludus,
Lakeside,
Mad Mike,
Angry Samoans,
Prince Buster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Panda Bear,
Sun City Girls,
Circle Jerks,
10cc,
Byron Stingily,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hardrive,
The Happenings,
Quadrant,
Los Fastidios,
Black Sheep,
Model 500,
The Leaves,
Stetsasonic,
Cal Tjader,
Technova,
Mandrill,
DNA,
Roy Ayers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Pus,
Absolute Body Control,
Minutemen,
Bad Manners,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Procol Harum,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Five Americans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Colin Newman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q65,
Johnny Osbourne,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.