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 Iceland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 FM Einheit to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Mandrill,
K-Klass,
Bluetip,
Eric Copeland,
The Durutti Column,
Porter Ricks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Henry Cow,
Agent Orange,
Barclay James Harvest,
MC5,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Au Pairs,
Crime,
Bobby Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
Adolescents,
Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Loose Ends,
the Slits,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry's Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sparks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Womack,
Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ice-T,
Brothers Johnson,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mantronix,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Birthday Party,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Qualms,
Public Enemy,
Wolf Eyes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moleskins,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Funky Four + One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Saints,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.