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 Ivory Coast 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Spoonie Gee 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
The Smoke,
Can,
Negative Approach,
Patti Smith,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Joy Division,
The Gap Band,
Wings,
Sixth Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
The Barracudas,
Talk Talk,
Animal Collective,
the Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Mr. Review,
Con Funk Shun,
Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
The Vogues,
Blossom Toes,
Severed Heads,
Pussy Galore,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scan 7,
The Fuzztones,
The Pop Group,
Chris Corsano,
Sight & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minutemen,
The Angels of Light,
Rakim,
Ronan,
The Litter,
The Residents,
Todd Terry,
The Music Machine,
Echospace,
Mantronix,
Q and Not U,
Saccharine Trust,
The Zeros,
The Index,
Mandrill,
Fatback Band,
Section 25,
Young Marble Giants,
Hoover,
The Velvet Underground,
Television Personalities,
UT,
Lyres,
Ultra Naté,
John Foxx,
Connie Case,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.