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 Qatar and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Fugazi to the funk 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Slits,
Public Enemy,
Stetsasonic,
Supertramp,
Magazine,
Lungfish,
PIL,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eurythmics,
Cameo,
Chris & Cosey,
Groovy Waters,
U.S. Maple,
The Cramps,
Clear Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun City Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Loose Ends,
Depeche Mode,
Thee Headcoats,
Aural Exciters,
Barrington Levy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nik Kershaw,
Moebius,
Heaven 17,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bill Wells,
H. Thieme,
Sällskapet,
CMW,
Section 25,
D'Angelo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
The Standells,
Danielle Patucci,
Goldenarms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gap Band,
La Düsseldorf,
The Angels of Light,
The Invisible,
Nico,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
Mr. Review,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.