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 Jordan and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Offenders to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Joe Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mojo Men,
Siglo XX,
The Music Machine,
Gang of Four,
Maurizio,
Erykah Badu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gap Band,
Desert Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Dual Sessions,
The Searchers,
Judy Mowatt,
Lucky Dragons,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultra Naté,
Moss Icon,
Cameo,
F. McDonald,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Yazoo,
T.S.O.L.,
The Grass Roots,
Nico,
Moebius,
D'Angelo,
Pere Ubu,
the Swans,
The Gun Club,
Half Japanese,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalann,
Aloha Tigers,
Absolute Body Control,
Marvin Gaye,
Monolake,
Model 500,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
Patti Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Wings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Axelrod,
John Foxx,
Tres Demented,
In Retrospect,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skarface,
The Associates,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.