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 Dominica and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Goldenarms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultravox,
Reuben Wilson,
Anakelly,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Swans,
Toni Rubio,
ABBA,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry's Kids,
Bush Tetras,
The Flesh Eaters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monochrome Set,
Liliput,
The Litter,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rod Modell,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Stooges,
Clear Light,
Alphaville,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aaron Thompson,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter & Gordon,
Deakin,
Bill Near,
The Pop Group,
Colin Newman,
Scrapy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Steve Hackett,
The Divine Comedy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cal Tjader,
Negative Approach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
OOIOO,
The Standells,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chrome,
Amazonics,
Excepter,
Morten Harket,
The Modern Lovers,
The Last Poets,
Blancmange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deadbeat,
The Knickerbockers,
Alison Limerick,
Essential Logic,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.