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 South Sudan and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the punk 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barrington Levy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Remains,
MDC,
Parry Music,
Jeff Mills,
The Wake,
The Saints,
Fugazi,
The Fugs,
Gabor Szabo,
The Music Machine,
Scan 7,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
X-102,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arab on Radar,
Fad Gadget,
Alton Ellis,
Technova,
Vladislav Delay,
Freddie Wadling,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Görl,
Eli Mardock,
Sun City Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tommy Roe,
The Gories,
The Index,
Grey Daturas,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Stooges,
Wings,
The Fuzztones,
the Sonics,
AZ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-101,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television Personalities,
Section 25,
Zapp,
Black Flag,
Deadbeat,
The Residents,
The Skatalites,
Isaac Hayes,
Bush Tetras,
Black Bananas,
Adolescents,
Ten City,
Camouflage,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.