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 Moldova and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rekid to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Hasil Adkins,
Janne Schatter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barbara Tucker,
10cc,
Make Up,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythm & Sound,
Don Cherry,
Arthur Verocai,
Alison Limerick,
the Bar-Kays,
Chrome,
The Slackers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dual Sessions,
Warsaw,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Little Man,
The Saints,
Cal Tjader,
Colin Newman,
Barclay James Harvest,
cv313,
F. McDonald,
Mantronix,
Hardrive,
Youth Brigade,
The Gun Club,
Gang Green,
Procol Harum,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
a-ha,
Pagans,
Chris & Cosey,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fat Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Zero Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Almond,
Todd Rundgren,
Kaleidoscope,
Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
David Axelrod,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Starr,
Lakeside,
Matthew Bourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bronski Beat,
The Pretty Things,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.