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 Azerbaijan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Neon Judgement to the crunk 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Arthur Verocai,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Victims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Starr,
Youth Brigade,
Davy DMX,
Popol Vuh,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nation of Ulysses,
E-Dancer,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul II Soul,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Iggy Pop,
Nils Olav,
Bill Wells,
Kayak,
Pagans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joe Smooth,
Lower 48,
The Names,
The J.B.'s,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eli Mardock,
OOIOO,
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heaven 17,
The Doors,
The Leaves,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Lynne,
The Star Department,
Skarface,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barbara Tucker,
Spoonie Gee,
Kevin Saunderson,
The United States of America,
New Order,
Lou Christie,
Young Marble Giants,
Q65,
The Barracudas,
Guru Guru,
The Index,
Gabor Szabo,
Negative Approach,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.