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 Poland and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terrestrial Tones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
Mantronix,
Lyres,
Glenn Branca,
Crispy Ambulance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ice-T,
The Vogues,
Soft Cell,
Television,
Sam Rivers,
Cheater Slicks,
Hashim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy Collins,
Eli Mardock,
Minny Pops,
FM Einheit,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alphaville,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Los Fastidios,
La Düsseldorf,
Wire,
Tears for Fears,
Don Cherry,
Sandy B,
Quantec,
Carl Craig,
Echospace,
Model 500,
The Fortunes,
Swell Maps,
Skaos,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fall,
Eric Dolphy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
E-Dancer,
Bob Dylan,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed,
Black Moon,
The Toasters,
Boz Scaggs,
R.M.O.,
The Index,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cowsills,
Susan Cadogan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.