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 Mauritius and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Marmalade to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
Nils Olav,
The Remains,
Davy DMX,
The Count Five,
Skriet,
Buzzcocks,
Vladislav Delay,
These Immortal Souls,
Gong,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cymande,
Janne Schatter,
Reagan Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
The Doors,
Brothers Johnson,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers,
Silicon Teens,
The Dead C,
Mantronix,
Soft Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
The New Christs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tom Boy,
Henry Cow,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monks,
Marmalade,
Porter Ricks,
Camberwell Now,
The Blues Magoos,
Slave,
Connie Case,
Guru Guru,
Minor Threat,
Steve Hackett,
Wasted Youth,
The Star Department,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wire,
Talk Talk,
Sugar Minott,
Joensuu 1685,
Agitation Free,
Sex Pistols,
Chrome,
Idris Muhammad,
Max Romeo,
Byron Stingily,
Radiohead,
Erasure,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Adolescents,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.