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 Mexico and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the crunk 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Easy Going,
Public Enemy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Average White Band,
Basic Channel,
Con Funk Shun,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lindisfarne,
The Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dead C,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy Collins,
Schoolly D,
Brick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cameo,
Charles Mingus,
Ultravox,
Aural Exciters,
Pole,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Bluetip,
Soft Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erasure,
Chrome,
The J.B.'s,
Ituana,
48th St. Collective,
Clear Light,
The Barracudas,
Moebius,
Fad Gadget,
Pet Shop Boys,
Second Layer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Japan,
Tres Demented,
The Star Department,
Das Ding,
Jeff Lynne,
The Martian,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scientists,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.