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 Latvia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Alarm Clocks to the rock 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
PIL,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Connie Case,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fall,
Letta Mbulu,
Heaven 17,
Underground Resistance,
Metal Thangz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rekid,
Traffic Nightmare,
Supertramp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yellowson,
Buzzcocks,
The Dead C,
Chrome,
Country Teasers,
Donny Hathaway,
The Real Kids,
Ponytail,
Glambeats Corp.,
Severed Heads,
Juan Atkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terry Callier,
Clear Light,
Q65,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moss Icon,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Invisible,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Near,
Quantec,
a-ha,
Ice-T,
Lee Hazlewood,
Al Stewart,
Janne Schatter,
World's Most,
JFA,
Gang Starr,
Absolute Body Control,
Maurizio,
Deepchord,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.