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 Niger and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Nik Kershaw to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Section 25,
The Raincoats,
Slick Rick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Sugar Minott,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Count Five,
Second Layer,
Gang Green,
Pere Ubu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faraquet,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Axelrod,
Robert Wyatt,
Lucky Dragons,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül II,
Prince Buster,
Ronan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dave Gahan,
Roxette,
The Wake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
EPMD,
Oblivians,
Harry Pussy,
Hashim,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Audionom,
Dennis Brown,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra,
The Gap Band,
Franke,
The Blues Magoos,
Stetsasonic,
The Birthday Party,
The Last Poets,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Offenders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deepchord,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Victims,
E-Dancer,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.