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 Ghana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 ABC to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Wire,
Barrington Levy,
Brass Construction,
Main Source,
One Last Wish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fuzztones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oneida,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warren Ellis,
Fat Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Iggy Pop,
B.T. Express,
Sound Behaviour,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Zapp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yazoo,
Y Pants,
Shoche,
Rekid,
The Selecter,
Jeff Mills,
The Wake,
Marine Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Halsall,
Thee Headcoats,
Brick,
The American Breed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yellowson,
Dave Gahan,
Nico,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Can,
Silicon Teens,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maurizio,
John Cale,
Ponytail,
Cameo,
Motorama,
Banda Bassotti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxy Music,
The J.B.'s,
Gregory Isaacs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young,
The Divine Comedy,
Aloha Tigers,
Outsiders,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.