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 Uruguay and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 Swans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Peter and Kerry,
Duran Duran,
the Bar-Kays,
Carl Craig,
Deepchord,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quantec,
Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
The Evens,
Can,
Nick Fraelich,
PIL,
Second Layer,
Rakim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ken Boothe,
The Mojo Men,
Rotary Connection,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Lynne,
Amon Düül II,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Buckinghams,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thompson Twins,
MDC,
the Normal,
Faust,
Gastr Del Sol,
Parry Music,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fad Gadget,
The Cramps,
Whodini,
Bluetip,
Robert Hood,
Dennis Brown,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Talk Talk,
The Shadows of Knight,
D'Angelo,
The Selecter,
the Swans,
Robert Görl,
DNA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Knickerbockers,
Fugazi,
Bob Dylan,
Fatback Band,
Motorama,
The Real Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Trumans Water,
Sight & Sound,
Excepter,
Max Romeo,
Tubeway Army,
Junior Murvin,
Pulsallama,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.