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 Finland and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Young Marble Giants to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Pantytec,
Sonic Youth,
Wasted Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Piero Umiliani,
Laurel Aitken,
the Normal,
DJ Sneak,
Ronan,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Flag,
Stiv Bators,
Skarface,
The Last Poets,
Patti Smith,
Skriet,
Can,
Khruangbin,
Erasure,
F. McDonald,
The Wake,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Massinfluence,
Nils Olav,
a-ha,
Soul Sonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slits,
The Gladiators,
JFA,
Panda Bear,
Donald Byrd,
48th St. Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Aloha Tigers,
Moss Icon,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Wells,
The Standells,
Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
10cc,
Bill Near,
The Red Krayola,
Joey Negro,
Inner City,
Cheater Slicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slick Rick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Circle Jerks,
The Mummies,
Clear Light,
Joyce Sims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.