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 Poland and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Toasters to the disco 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Flipper,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül,
Al Stewart,
Silicon Teens,
Ossler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visage,
Negative Approach,
The Vogues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eddi Front,
Ituana,
Duran Duran,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Knickerbockers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zero Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Davy DMX,
Letta Mbulu,
Minnie Riperton,
Marine Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Khruangbin,
Siglo XX,
Black Moon,
MDC,
Skriet,
Boogie Down Productions,
New York Dolls,
Soulsonic Force,
Radio Birdman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pylon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang of Four,
Kayak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick Morgan,
The Invisible,
Roxy Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aaron Thompson,
Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smoke,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxette,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rekid,
The Mummies,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.