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 Ethiopia and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dark Day to the techno 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MDC,
Sugar Minott,
The Fugs,
Dead Boys,
Japan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
Terry Callier,
Lalann,
Mission of Burma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-101,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash,
Model 500,
Hoover,
Essential Logic,
Urselle,
Eurythmics,
Motorama,
The Index,
Cameo,
Stereo Dub,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joyce Sims,
David Axelrod,
Organ,
The Motions,
Andrew Hill,
The Zeros,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shoche,
Tres Demented,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Charles Mingus,
Agitation Free,
The Walker Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Selecter,
Isaac Hayes,
the Bar-Kays,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Green,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yusef Lateef,
Subhumans,
E-Dancer,
These Immortal Souls,
DNA,
Pierre Henry,
Tommy Roe,
Lyres,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.