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 Malaysia and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bauhaus to the dance 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
AZ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Piero Umiliani,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rites of Spring,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Green,
Motorama,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mad Mike,
Sugar Minott,
Fat Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Public Enemy,
Robert Wyatt,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Teasers,
Ornette Coleman,
Tres Demented,
The Litter,
Boz Scaggs,
Nik Kershaw,
ABBA,
The Doors,
Excepter,
Reagan Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stereo Dub,
Vladislav Delay,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magazine,
Khruangbin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masters at Work,
Dual Sessions,
The Blackbyrds,
Brick,
New Order,
Hashim,
DJ Style,
Mandrill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Henry Cow,
Rod Modell,
Pulsallama,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blues Magoos,
Icehouse,
Leonard Cohen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Connie Case,
The Barracudas,
Slick Rick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sarah Menescal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.