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 Kiribati and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Rakim to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The Litter,
Quadrant,
Stiv Bators,
Porter Ricks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minny Pops,
Joy Division,
Absolute Body Control,
Accadde A,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Sherman,
MDC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amazonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Young Rascals,
Faust,
Dark Day,
Cameo,
Lakeside,
Nas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
R.M.O.,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quando Quango,
Boz Scaggs,
Nirvana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harmonia,
Panda Bear,
Fad Gadget,
The Real Kids,
Country Teasers,
The J.B.'s,
Deakin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marvin Gaye,
Visage,
Duran Duran,
Minnie Riperton,
Schoolly D,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun City Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.