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 Panama and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Marcia Griffiths to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mandrill,
Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dark Day,
Massinfluence,
Cybotron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ice-T,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blues Magoos,
Urselle,
Dave Gahan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Normal,
AZ,
Thee Headcoats,
Fad Gadget,
Cecil Taylor,
Pet Shop Boys,
Newcleus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry's Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick Morgan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Qualms,
Guru Guru,
the Fania All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
The Index,
Pantytec,
The Modern Lovers,
Monolake,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Görl,
John Lydon,
Minor Threat,
The Human League,
Soul II Soul,
Cheater Slicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donald Byrd,
Nils Olav,
Basic Channel,
The Slackers,
Outsiders,
Eurythmics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris Corsano,
Peter & Gordon,
the Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.