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 United Kingdom and from Halifax.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Alarm Clocks to the funk 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Sister Nancy,
Sparks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Martian,
Scratch Acid,
Urselle,
Hot Snakes,
Reagan Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Cybotron,
Icehouse,
Eve St. Jones,
Funky Four + One,
Quando Quango,
Boredoms,
David McCallum,
Peter and Kerry,
T.S.O.L.,
The Human League,
The Seeds,
The Cowsills,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Age Steppers,
The Pretty Things,
OOIOO,
Ohio Players,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Swans,
Royal Trux,
Sam Rivers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monks,
Dave Gahan,
Tommy Roe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camberwell Now,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Howard Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
Iggy Pop,
Wings,
the Bar-Kays,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brothers Johnson,
Pere Ubu,
Don Cherry,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Copeland,
Pantytec,
Fear,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Los Fastidios,
Boz Scaggs,
Fatback Band,
Max Romeo,
Organ,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.