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 Dominican Republic and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 OOIOO to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
the Association,
Schoolly D,
Roger Hodgson,
Sandy B,
Blancmange,
Circle Jerks,
Carl Craig,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liliput,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fugazi,
Flipper,
Henry Cow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pere Ubu,
The Birthday Party,
Slick Rick,
Pantytec,
FM Einheit,
U.S. Maple,
Hashim,
Bobby Sherman,
R.M.O.,
Make Up,
Quando Quango,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Davy DMX,
Magma,
Dennis Brown,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
10cc,
Arthur Verocai,
Franke,
the Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pussy Galore,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Pus,
Ornette Coleman,
Fat Boys,
Godley & Creme,
The Motions,
Sparks,
Scan 7,
Gichy Dan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lyres,
The Barracudas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rakim,
Kerri Chandler,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronan,
Massinfluence,
Don Cherry,
Howard Jones,
Maurizio,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.