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 South Sudan and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Eli Mardock to the disco 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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,
Derrick Morgan,
Morten Harket,
Fad Gadget,
Traffic Nightmare,
La Düsseldorf,
Magma,
Main Source,
ABBA,
David Axelrod,
Marc Almond,
Schoolly D,
The Martian,
The Music Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moleskins,
The Fuzztones,
Index,
Connie Case,
James White and The Blacks,
Fatback Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Inner City,
Sun City Girls,
Average White Band,
The Doors,
DNA,
The United States of America,
Lalo Schifrin,
Surgeon,
The Offenders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skarface,
Lungfish,
The Dead C,
The Names,
Roger Hodgson,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxette,
T. Rex,
Stetsasonic,
the Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
Ornette Coleman,
the Association,
Cameo,
Public Enemy,
The Human League,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Mills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Los Fastidios,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare,
10cc,
Hot Snakes,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.