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 Korea North and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nils Olav to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Ultimate Spinach,
Youth Brigade,
The Mojo Men,
New Order,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Accadde A,
Sexual Harrassment,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crime,
Maleditus Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Symarip,
Television Personalities,
Marcia Griffiths,
Janne Schatter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cheater Slicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ten City,
Arab on Radar,
The United States of America,
The Martian,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alton Ellis,
Fear,
The Names,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Wells,
Marvin Gaye,
Archie Shepp,
Terry Callier,
The Residents,
Lower 48,
John Foxx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Depeche Mode,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lakeside,
Tubeway Army,
Adolescents,
Roxette,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Guru Guru,
China Crisis,
Index,
Rotary Connection,
Stereo Dub,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dead C,
Judy Mowatt,
Deepchord,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.