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 Jamaica and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ponytail to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Remains,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cramps,
Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes,
Cal Tjader,
Angry Samoans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scratch Acid,
Absolute Body Control,
Sexual Harrassment,
Young Marble Giants,
Amazonics,
Eric Copeland,
Cluster,
Barbara Tucker,
Harry Pussy,
Accadde A,
Organ,
Anakelly,
Rekid,
Shoche,
Sällskapet,
The United States of America,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Piero Umiliani,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Fraelich,
Ornette Coleman,
R.M.O.,
Robert Görl,
Carl Craig,
Marshall Jefferson,
James White and The Blacks,
Barry Ungar,
Agitation Free,
PIL,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warsaw,
Fluxion,
New Age Steppers,
World's Most,
Blake Baxter,
UT,
Fugazi,
Grauzone,
the Bar-Kays,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gap Band,
The Doors,
Ronnie Foster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joey Negro,
The Cure,
Hashim,
Malaria!,
Porter Ricks,
The Victims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.