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 Dominican Republic and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Happenings to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
CMW,
Al Stewart,
Magma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moebius,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Mills,
Stiv Bators,
Vainqueur,
Motorama,
Mantronix,
Depeche Mode,
Lyres,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rekid,
Quadrant,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang On A Can,
La Düsseldorf,
Schoolly D,
Lightning Bolt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slits,
Public Enemy,
Warsaw,
Cymande,
Basic Channel,
Procol Harum,
Michelle Simonal,
Thee Headcoats,
Siglo XX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Copeland,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
OOIOO,
Gabor Szabo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Bowie,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Christie,
Brand Nubian,
Crash Course in Science,
The Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
The Trojans,
Brothers Johnson,
Scan 7,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Desert Stars,
Dead Boys,
Marc Almond,
Wire,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eli Mardock,
Nils Olav,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.