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 Barbados and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ice-T,
Peter and Kerry,
Sugar Minott,
Guru Guru,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Adolescents,
The Evens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Five Americans,
Animal Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Model 500,
Harry Pussy,
Cecil Taylor,
Tears for Fears,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Walker Brothers,
The Move,
Nas,
Surgeon,
The Young Rascals,
Unwound,
10cc,
The Raincoats,
Ossler,
The Cramps,
B.T. Express,
Todd Rundgren,
Yusef Lateef,
Supertramp,
Eddi Front,
EPMD,
Grauzone,
Toni Rubio,
Schoolly D,
Ludus,
Gang of Four,
The Gap Band,
Depeche Mode,
Black Pus,
The Zeros,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
The Offenders,
Agitation Free,
Jacob Miller,
The Birthday Party,
The Golliwogs,
In Retrospect,
Soft Machine,
Brand Nubian,
David Axelrod,
The Last Poets,
Ultra Naté,
Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Trojans,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.