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 Ethiopia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Electric Prunes to the electroclash 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
the Normal,
the Germs,
Rapeman,
Interpol,
The Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Byron Stingily,
Blake Baxter,
The Human League,
Chrome,
Deadbeat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bizarre Inc.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sandy B,
Cameo,
The Tremeloes,
Gabor Szabo,
Sällskapet,
PIL,
Thee Headcoats,
Quadrant,
Franke,
Leonard Cohen,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Swans,
Marc Almond,
Faust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ice-T,
Mars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masters at Work,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Slits,
Darondo,
the Bar-Kays,
Pulsallama,
Icehouse,
Soft Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gun Club,
Scratch Acid,
Lindisfarne,
Aswad,
Pantytec,
Aloha Tigers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television Personalities,
Peter and Kerry,
Spandau Ballet,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Kinks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Hill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.