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 Tonga and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 David McCallum to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siglo XX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barry Ungar,
The Walker Brothers,
Warsaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Görl,
Tomorrow,
The Gap Band,
Mr. Review,
A Certain Ratio,
John Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Terry,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lyres,
Funkadelic,
Second Layer,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy Collins,
Wally Richardson,
Tears for Fears,
Franke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cramps,
Josef K,
Kurtis Blow,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mandrill,
The Pop Group,
The Evens,
Massinfluence,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
ABBA,
Juan Atkins,
Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Ten City,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skarface,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Happenings,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick May,
Lakeside,
The Moody Blues,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.