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 Montenegro and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Pierre Henry to the rap 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erasure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
L. Decosne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Make Up,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dirtbombs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alphaville,
La Düsseldorf,
Fugazi,
Whodini,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sällskapet,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Starr,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alice Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
Livin' Joy,
Don Cherry,
Joey Negro,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers,
Dawn Penn,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neu!,
Sandy B,
Hardrive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shuggie Otis,
Guru Guru,
John Holt,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
Magma,
Panda Bear,
Donny Hathaway,
Faraquet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heaven 17,
Chrome,
Skaos,
Matthew Bourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Association,
Albert Ayler,
Fear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Skatalites,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pop Group,
X-101,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.