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 China and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grime 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Hasil Adkins,
Fela Kuti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacob Miller,
Organ,
Matthew Halsall,
T. Rex,
The Pop Group,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Neon Judgement,
The Searchers,
Stiv Bators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aloha Tigers,
Guru Guru,
Ultra Naté,
Deepchord,
Spandau Ballet,
Quando Quango,
Connie Case,
Juan Atkins,
Con Funk Shun,
cv313,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Raincoats,
Charles Mingus,
The Move,
Tubeway Army,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ituana,
Ice-T,
R.M.O.,
John Lydon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alphaville,
FM Einheit,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Green,
The Human League,
Colin Newman,
Gang Starr,
Black Pus,
Eden Ahbez,
Saccharine Trust,
The Tremeloes,
Dave Gahan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.