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 Djibouti and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Henry Cow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Loose Ends,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Skatalites,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wire,
Joensuu 1685,
Eurythmics,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers,
A Certain Ratio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lakeside,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Prince Buster,
Black Pus,
Tears for Fears,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Hill,
Nils Olav,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jandek,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Five Americans,
R.M.O.,
T. Rex,
Japan,
Make Up,
The Residents,
Jeff Mills,
Agent Orange,
The Martian,
Clear Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Franke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Divine Comedy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Organ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantaleimon,
JFA,
Lindisfarne,
Altered Images,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Raincoats,
Cheater Slicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.