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 Venezuela and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yaz to the techno 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Marmalade,
Bad Manners,
Duran Duran,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lungfish,
Marvin Gaye,
Fatback Band,
The Vogues,
Reuben Wilson,
Blancmange,
Kevin Saunderson,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter and Kerry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skarface,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blake Baxter,
The Black Dice,
Junior Murvin,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Starr,
The Pretty Things,
Mr. Review,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chrome,
Guru Guru,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
LL Cool J,
Cecil Taylor,
Wire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Danielle Patucci,
Magma,
Minny Pops,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Parrish,
Cymande,
The Trojans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arab on Radar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chris & Cosey,
Rapeman,
The Human League,
The Mummies,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Tremeloes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Simply Red,
Jandek,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zapp,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.