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 Bolivia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Warren Ellis to the crunk 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
the Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultravox,
F. McDonald,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Qualms,
Amazonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Fad Gadget,
Second Layer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Victims,
Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
the Swans,
Desert Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slackers,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Human League,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Mills,
Lungfish,
Outsiders,
Country Teasers,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra,
The Pop Group,
The Fortunes,
Malaria!,
Magma,
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yusef Lateef,
FM Einheit,
The Young Rascals,
Tom Boy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gong,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris & Cosey,
Nas,
Talk Talk,
Reuben Wilson,
Kas Product,
MC5,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Hill,
Rites of Spring,
Hoover,
The Tremeloes,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Womack,
Tubeway Army,
The Index,
Radio Birdman,
Simply Red,
Clear Light,
The Motions,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.