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 Moldova and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Heaven 17 to the crunk 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Nas,
Maleditus Sound,
Gong,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eden Ahbez,
Mr. Review,
Fugazi,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Tremeloes,
Rites of Spring,
Niagra,
Derrick May,
Flipper,
Stiv Bators,
Little Man,
Cheater Slicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Trojans,
Con Funk Shun,
The Invisible,
E-Dancer,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eddi Front,
Althea and Donna,
Malaria!,
Jacob Miller,
The Move,
Skarface,
World's Most,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Halsall,
Yaz,
Vainqueur,
New Age Steppers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Bar-Kays,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
The Last Poets,
Sixth Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
Suburban Knight,
Soul II Soul,
Procol Harum,
Thompson Twins,
Minny Pops,
Mission of Burma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tubeway Army,
Peter and Kerry,
The Walker Brothers,
Suicide,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.