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 Libya and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Niagra 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Arcadia,
Parry Music,
The Angels of Light,
Intrusion,
Dead Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fugazi,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Surgeon,
The New Christs,
Unwound,
Brothers Johnson,
Popol Vuh,
H. Thieme,
Dawn Penn,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Halsall,
Dorothy Ashby,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deepchord,
Qualms,
Ossler,
Make Up,
the Soft Cell,
Audionom,
Terry Callier,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ten City,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Star Department,
Goldenarms,
Lindisfarne,
Talk Talk,
Radiohead,
The Cramps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultravox,
Archie Shepp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fad Gadget,
The Doors,
Slave,
Roy Ayers,
Clear Light,
Arab on Radar,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mars,
Mr. Review,
Sugar Minott,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radio Birdman,
Scratch Acid,
The Fugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Count Five,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.