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 Senegal and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Velvet Underground to the grunge 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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Germs,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anakelly,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Golliwogs,
Cheater Slicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Accadde A,
June of 44,
Sixth Finger,
Bang On A Can,
Mad Mike,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül,
Masters at Work,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Residents,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fortunes,
The Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Michelle Simonal,
Bronski Beat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blues Magoos,
the Soft Cell,
Pole,
Lee Hazlewood,
Essential Logic,
Au Pairs,
Henry Cow,
Donny Hathaway,
F. McDonald,
New Order,
Royal Trux,
X-101,
Ken Boothe,
Buzzcocks,
Cameo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cymande,
Rotary Connection,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dirtbombs,
KRS-One,
Carl Craig,
Silicon Teens,
Talk Talk,
Suburban Knight,
Schoolly D,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.