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 Japan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the disco 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Barrington Levy,
Freddie Wadling,
Byron Stingily,
Aural Exciters,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Idris Muhammad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stiv Bators,
Arab on Radar,
Laurel Aitken,
H. Thieme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pussy Galore,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flipper,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sam Rivers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deepchord,
Swell Maps,
Mr. Review,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
K-Klass,
The Cramps,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quantec,
Buzzcocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mo-Dettes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pere Ubu,
ABC,
Joe Finger,
Qualms,
Donny Hathaway,
The Golliwogs,
Aswad,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tears for Fears,
Piero Umiliani,
Radio Birdman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Flag,
JFA,
Cymande,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Near,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Neon Judgement,
Oneida,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.