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 Burkina and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bang On A Can to the funk 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Slick Rick,
Scrapy,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick May,
Basic Channel,
Eric Dolphy,
Intrusion,
Nik Kershaw,
Joensuu 1685,
The Modern Lovers,
Easy Going,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Outsiders,
KRS-One,
Shoche,
Von Mondo,
Jacques Brel,
The J.B.'s,
Deadbeat,
Massinfluence,
Morten Harket,
The Stooges,
Blancmange,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Iggy Pop,
the Germs,
The Black Dice,
OOIOO,
Todd Terry,
John Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
The Gun Club,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cluster,
a-ha,
Popol Vuh,
X-Ray Spex,
Magma,
James White and The Blacks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maleditus Sound,
The Wake,
Mo-Dettes,
Sandy B,
The Evens,
Moby Grape,
CMW,
The Zeros,
The Knickerbockers,
The Real Kids,
Public Enemy,
Schoolly D,
Frankie Knuckles,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.