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 Portugal and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
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 chamberlin 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 Thompson Twins to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Symarip,
Mars,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young,
Godley & Creme,
Glenn Branca,
Brothers Johnson,
Minutemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warren Ellis,
Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Graham Central Station,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Model 500,
Accadde A,
Basic Channel,
Ohio Players,
Buzzcocks,
Letta Mbulu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brand Nubian,
the Swans,
MDC,
Procol Harum,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Goldenarms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Happenings,
Rod Modell,
The Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
The Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacob Miller,
The Music Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mark Hollis,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cowsills,
Silicon Teens,
Howard Jones,
Mandrill,
Heaven 17,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mr. Review,
the Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Half Japanese,
Technova,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Zeros,
The Divine Comedy,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.