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 Iran and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Brick to the punk 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Theoretical Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hashim,
Ohio Players,
The Monochrome Set,
The Evens,
Public Enemy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scientists,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
Alphaville,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sight & Sound,
Symarip,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Wake,
Gong,
Black Moon,
Carl Craig,
The Moleskins,
Siglo XX,
Dawn Penn,
Barrington Levy,
Rakim,
Black Flag,
Laurel Aitken,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Frankie Knuckles,
Circle Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crooked Eye,
John Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erasure,
John Lydon,
T.S.O.L.,
The Toasters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Red Krayola,
Al Stewart,
Rod Modell,
Sound Behaviour,
Camberwell Now,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Livin' Joy,
Bad Manners,
Tubeway Army,
The Names,
Lalo Schifrin,
Porter Ricks,
Shoche,
Ultravox,
The Sonics,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.