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 Cape Verde and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grime 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
John Lydon,
Joe Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
F. McDonald,
Rhythm & Sound,
a-ha,
Ten City,
The Motions,
Duran Duran,
Mr. Review,
JFA,
Crime,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris & Cosey,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pere Ubu,
Quantec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bad Manners,
Byron Stingily,
Althea and Donna,
Subhumans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Symarip,
Massinfluence,
Graham Central Station,
Oblivians,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fugs,
Joe Finger,
Ponytail,
Roxette,
The Tremeloes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lindisfarne,
Easy Going,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Das Ding,
Nas,
Ice-T,
Bobby Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
Visage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
Sixth Finger,
Moebius,
Khruangbin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Lynne,
Sister Nancy,
Slave,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
The Skatalites,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.