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 Uganda 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Unrelated Segments to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Jacques Brel,
Smog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kaleidoscope,
Outsiders,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Golliwogs,
The Cramps,
Lightning Bolt,
Scratch Acid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arthur Verocai,
Joyce Sims,
Iggy Pop,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Style,
KRS-One,
The Neon Judgement,
Sister Nancy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aswad,
Janne Schatter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Music Machine,
Deadbeat,
Absolute Body Control,
David McCallum,
Sam Rivers,
Make Up,
The Monks,
D'Angelo,
the Slits,
Black Flag,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mantronix,
Lucky Dragons,
The Knickerbockers,
Fela Kuti,
Das Ding,
Flash Fearless,
The Index,
Nik Kershaw,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxy Music,
Nick Fraelich,
Brass Construction,
Alice Coltrane,
The Litter,
Bill Wells,
Arab on Radar,
Mad Mike,
Warsaw,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Sneak,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.