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 Vietnam and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marmalade to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Intrusion,
The Seeds,
Scan 7,
The Gap Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Sound Behaviour,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Danielle Patucci,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül II,
Josef K,
Erasure,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fatback Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stiv Bators,
Basic Channel,
Toni Rubio,
John Lydon,
Symarip,
a-ha,
The Move,
Newcleus,
Subhumans,
Ludus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arthur Verocai,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sam Rivers,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Neon Judgement,
Judy Mowatt,
DNA,
Hasil Adkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
K-Klass,
Ken Boothe,
Slick Rick,
Joe Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
Eve St. Jones,
Babytalk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vladislav Delay,
Moebius,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Angels of Light,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.