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 Jamaica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 UT to the funk 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Finger,
Marc Almond,
The Martian,
John Cale,
Clear Light,
Bill Wells,
Mad Mike,
Massinfluence,
Accadde A,
Derrick Morgan,
The Busters,
Second Layer,
Arab on Radar,
Supertramp,
Groovy Waters,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Victims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
K-Klass,
Scrapy,
Jerry's Kids,
David Bowie,
Ralphi Rosario,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marmalade,
Icehouse,
Sister Nancy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Throbbing Gristle,
Technova,
Carl Craig,
Hardrive,
The Velvet Underground,
DNA,
MC5,
Anthony Braxton,
Juan Atkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Zeros,
The Residents,
Nation of Ulysses,
New York Dolls,
cv313,
Drexciya,
Skriet,
The Index,
Gong,
The Knickerbockers,
Sugar Minott,
The Red Krayola,
Tim Buckley,
The Beau Brummels,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cecil Taylor,
B.T. Express,
Fad Gadget,
The Five Americans,
OOIOO,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.