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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 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 Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Warsaw,
Nils Olav,
Arab on Radar,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Judy Mowatt,
Bauhaus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Easy Going,
The Angels of Light,
The Busters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-102,
Throbbing Gristle,
D'Angelo,
DNA,
Theoretical Girls,
Khruangbin,
The Saints,
China Crisis,
Smog,
The Moody Blues,
Bronski Beat,
MDC,
the Bar-Kays,
The Associates,
Agent Orange,
John Lydon,
The Neon Judgement,
EPMD,
Minor Threat,
Unwound,
Shoche,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Derrick May,
Young Marble Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers,
Gichy Dan,
Yazoo,
Gang Green,
Sarah Menescal,
Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Underground Resistance,
Althea and Donna,
Supertramp,
The Monks,
In Retrospect,
E-Dancer,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Toasters,
Silicon Teens,
Livin' Joy,
Circle Jerks,
Negative Approach,
The Black Dice,
The Red Krayola,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.