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 Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Pet Shop Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Pierre Henry,
Minny Pops,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thee Headcoats,
ABBA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Black Dice,
Ten City,
The Fortunes,
Visage,
Cameo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bauhaus,
Easy Going,
The Dead C,
Nation of Ulysses,
Das Ding,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lightning Bolt,
Hoover,
Von Mondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ponytail,
Lucky Dragons,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Hill,
Lindisfarne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delon & Dalcan,
David McCallum,
Steve Hackett,
Sister Nancy,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang of Four,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Angels of Light,
Little Man,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Neon Judgement,
the Association,
Jeff Mills,
the Swans,
Stereo Dub,
Audionom,
The Seeds,
Nas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
Juan Atkins,
Deakin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yazoo,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.