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 Nicaragua and from Paris.
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 Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Selecter 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nico,
The Barracudas,
The Walker Brothers,
Mandrill,
The Busters,
Bush Tetras,
The Invisible,
Section 25,
Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonic Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ohio Players,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neu!,
Gichy Dan,
Crime,
Suburban Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick May,
DNA,
The Techniques,
Outsiders,
Negative Approach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monolake,
FM Einheit,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Green,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxy Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alphaville,
The Doors,
Mark Hollis,
X-102,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Parry Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Golliwogs,
Smog,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mary Jane Girls,
a-ha,
Rapeman,
Ultravox,
Intrusion,
Aloha Tigers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Dolphy,
The Remains,
Johnny Osbourne,
K-Klass,
Moby Grape,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.