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 Denmark and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Faraquet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kenny Larkin,
Ludus,
John Lydon,
Arthur Verocai,
F. McDonald,
Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Hill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dennis Brown,
Scrapy,
Loose Ends,
Black Flag,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed,
Gong,
D'Angelo,
The Cure,
the Swans,
Parry Music,
Mr. Review,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Subhumans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hasil Adkins,
Agitation Free,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
Pussy Galore,
Cheater Slicks,
Outsiders,
Radio Birdman,
Slave,
MDC,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aloha Tigers,
Eli Mardock,
Erykah Badu,
The Cowsills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dual Sessions,
Man Parrish,
Animal Collective,
Prince Buster,
Wire,
Harmonia,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronnie Foster,
Saccharine Trust,
Brick,
Morten Harket,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.