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 Honduras and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spoonie Gee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cramps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
The Slits,
Yazoo,
Supertramp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Dolphy,
Skriet,
Theoretical Girls,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dave Gahan,
Bang On A Can,
Q65,
Agitation Free,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mark Hollis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ice-T,
the Normal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pierre Henry,
Bluetip,
Steve Hackett,
Gerry Rafferty,
AZ,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ponytail,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
K-Klass,
Au Pairs,
Schoolly D,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cluster,
The Star Department,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monochrome Set,
Desert Stars,
The Sonics,
Sex Pistols,
the Swans,
Radiohead,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Khruangbin,
Archie Shepp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Talk Talk,
Boredoms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soulsonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ossler,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.