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 Egypt and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Erasure to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Parry Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Niagra,
Young Marble Giants,
Section 25,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stereo Dub,
Soul II Soul,
Monolake,
Skarface,
China Crisis,
The Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Leaves,
Metal Thangz,
David Axelrod,
Marmalade,
Quadrant,
Robert Wyatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun City Girls,
John Foxx,
The Cramps,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Star Department,
Pantaleimon,
Eden Ahbez,
Brick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
The Wake,
Scrapy,
48th St. Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
These Immortal Souls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra,
Michelle Simonal,
Slave,
Rekid,
Roxette,
The Slits,
Can,
Schoolly D,
Bronski Beat,
Marvin Gaye,
The Busters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Toni Rubio,
Dawn Penn,
EPMD,
The Trojans,
Drexciya,
Nils Olav,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.