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 Italy and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Bobby Byrd to the crunk 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacques Brel,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Clarke,
X-101,
Skriet,
Lower 48,
Grauzone,
Fluxion,
David Axelrod,
Marc Almond,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doors,
Rufus Thomas,
Blossom Toes,
The Smiths,
Gang Starr,
Kevin Saunderson,
Letta Mbulu,
Lakeside,
Subhumans,
Susan Cadogan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scientists,
Ice-T,
Carl Craig,
Blake Baxter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Sheep,
Mission of Burma,
Grey Daturas,
Desert Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
JFA,
The Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Dave Gahan,
Tears for Fears,
Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
The Cure,
Jacob Miller,
Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June of 44,
Franke,
Delta 5,
The Stooges,
Ponytail,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
Bluetip,
Groovy Waters,
Ultra Naté,
The Misunderstood,
Loose Ends,
Ralphi Rosario,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.