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 Saudi Arabia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Saccharine Trust to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
CMW,
Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Negative Approach,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Duran Duran,
Jacob Miller,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Hill,
The Cramps,
Mo-Dettes,
Piero Umiliani,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronnie Foster,
Sugar Minott,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun Ra,
Cymande,
The Slackers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Desert Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Human League,
Oneida,
Magma,
Vainqueur,
Moebius,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Holt,
The Motions,
Dennis Brown,
Girls At Our Best!,
Essential Logic,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Lynne,
Maleditus Sound,
Howard Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
LL Cool J,
Lou Christie,
Delta 5,
Soul II Soul,
Pole,
Mad Mike,
The Fire Engines,
Roxette,
Soulsonic Force,
Japan,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.