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 Gabon and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lalo Schifrin to the dance 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack 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?
Trumans Water,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacob Miller,
Donald Byrd,
Mr. Review,
Absolute Body Control,
Boredoms,
B.T. Express,
Soulsonic Force,
Pulsallama,
Tomorrow,
Whodini,
Glenn Branca,
Swell Maps,
Essential Logic,
Aural Exciters,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Laurel Aitken,
Erasure,
Bush Tetras,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faust,
Avey Tare,
Ronan,
Television Personalities,
Youth Brigade,
Los Fastidios,
Fad Gadget,
China Crisis,
Roxy Music,
Rites of Spring,
MC5,
One Last Wish,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick May,
Moby Grape,
Q65,
The Real Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Model 500,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nirvana,
Aswad,
The Music Machine,
Make Up,
Kurtis Blow,
The Motions,
Scion,
June Days,
The Mojo Men,
Blancmange,
Slick Rick,
Lightning Bolt,
Boz Scaggs,
The Neon Judgement,
Kayak,
Outsiders,
The Angels of Light,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.