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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Residents to the punk 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 Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arthur Verocai,
Funkadelic,
The Buckinghams,
Letta Mbulu,
D'Angelo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Model 500,
Yusef Lateef,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moleskins,
The Cowsills,
Black Sheep,
Skriet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiohead,
The Skatalites,
Robert Wyatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The New Christs,
The Index,
Charles Mingus,
John Coltrane,
The Doors,
The Standells,
Reuben Wilson,
Livin' Joy,
Mr. Review,
Sugar Minott,
The Sisters of Mercy,
PIL,
Groovy Waters,
Severed Heads,
Carl Craig,
Marvin Gaye,
Delta 5,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Flag,
The Stooges,
T.S.O.L.,
Neu!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ohio Players,
R.M.O.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed,
Mad Mike,
Qualms,
Jacob Miller,
Intrusion,
OOIOO,
Animal Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minor Threat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.