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 Botswana and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dave Gahan to the grunge 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Bang On A Can,
Prince Buster,
The Monks,
Lou Christie,
Dawn Penn,
Toni Rubio,
Boredoms,
Con Funk Shun,
Maurizio,
Eurythmics,
Bill Near,
Wasted Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young,
Black Bananas,
The Skatalites,
Danielle Patucci,
H. Thieme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marine Girls,
Goldenarms,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nico,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Standells,
Soul II Soul,
Lalann,
Mission of Burma,
The Gories,
Ultimate Spinach,
Michelle Simonal,
Kayak,
In Retrospect,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
KRS-One,
Adolescents,
Arcadia,
Motorama,
kango's stein massive,
AZ,
The Residents,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Gang Dance,
Junior Murvin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
Joe Finger,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Lynne,
Whodini,
Marmalade,
Sun City Girls,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.