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 Iceland and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soul II Soul to the disco 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Peter & Gordon,
Sex Pistols,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Easy Going,
Cybotron,
Malaria!,
Quantec,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric B and Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
Ludus,
Ken Boothe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zero Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Saints,
The Litter,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harmonia,
Soft Machine,
Joey Negro,
This Heat,
Scan 7,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eden Ahbez,
Can,
David Bowie,
New Order,
Fad Gadget,
Inner City,
FM Einheit,
Marine Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moss Icon,
Dual Sessions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tres Demented,
Junior Murvin,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Lydon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Slits,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.