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 Djibouti and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Babytalk to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Q65,
D'Angelo,
Fatback Band,
The Cure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Starr,
The Invisible,
B.T. Express,
The Gap Band,
Silicon Teens,
H. Thieme,
Oneida,
Crooked Eye,
MDC,
Minnie Riperton,
Lungfish,
FM Einheit,
L. Decosne,
Jeff Lynne,
New Order,
Dual Sessions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wings,
Matthew Bourne,
The Searchers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Metal Thangz,
the Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
Infiniti,
Japan,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül II,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unwound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fela Kuti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marine Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Barrington Levy,
June of 44,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doors,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vainqueur,
Eve St. Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Jacques Brel,
The Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
This Heat,
Harmonia,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.