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 Australia and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Matthew Bourne to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Idris Muhammad,
Al Stewart,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moss Icon,
Fela Kuti,
Desert Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Zapp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Grass Roots,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T.S.O.L.,
Main Source,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skriet,
JFA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zero Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Davy DMX,
Negative Approach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang of Four,
The Mummies,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Clarke,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Teasers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiohead,
Alphaville,
Vladislav Delay,
Erykah Badu,
The Invisible,
Warsaw,
CMW,
Arcadia,
The Tremeloes,
ABC,
Wolf Eyes,
Audionom,
Black Bananas,
Eric Dolphy,
The Birthday Party,
The Durutti Column,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kas Product,
Hot Snakes,
the Slits,
Skarface,
Dead Boys,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dual Sessions,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.