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 Belize and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Buzzcocks to the rock 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
The Monochrome Set,
Liliput,
Soul Sonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
Joensuu 1685,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul II Soul,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joey Negro,
Bill Near,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pussy Galore,
Ronan,
X-101,
The Residents,
Ludus,
Leonard Cohen,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare,
Shuggie Otis,
These Immortal Souls,
Pulsallama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rod Modell,
Can,
Arthur Verocai,
X-102,
John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
Second Layer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cameo,
the Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Grass Roots,
Black Bananas,
The Toasters,
Pole,
Livin' Joy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joy Division,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mark Hollis,
Rekid,
Tubeway Army,
The Real Kids,
Anakelly,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Terry,
Dual Sessions,
The Busters,
Desert Stars,
The Raincoats,
Wasted Youth,
Gang of Four,
L. Decosne,
Crime,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.