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 Micronesia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultravox to the techno 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Television,
Desert Stars,
Skaos,
Suicide,
Mad Mike,
Schoolly D,
Audionom,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
Rufus Thomas,
Little Man,
The Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pussy Galore,
Pole,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slackers,
The Vogues,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Scion,
Fad Gadget,
B.T. Express,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker,
The Selecter,
David Axelrod,
Gichy Dan,
Zero Boys,
Khruangbin,
Scrapy,
Moss Icon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dead Boys,
Dave Gahan,
The Gories,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mojo Men,
The Victims,
Terrestrial Tones,
Easy Going,
LL Cool J,
The Leaves,
Reagan Youth,
The Busters,
D'Angelo,
Goldenarms,
X-101,
the Soft Cell,
Vladislav Delay,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Lindisfarne,
The Monochrome Set,
John Foxx,
Monolake,
The Trojans,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.