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 Ireland and from London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Erasure 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Soul II Soul,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mojo Men,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Star Department,
Camouflage,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maleditus Sound,
Fugazi,
Roger Hodgson,
Technova,
Severed Heads,
Sexual Harrassment,
Parry Music,
the Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
Howard Jones,
Oblivians,
The Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ludus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moebius,
Jandek,
the Human League,
Pierre Henry,
The Residents,
Althea and Donna,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cramps,
Mr. Review,
Organ,
Nirvana,
Trumans Water,
Alphaville,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
The Move,
Peter & Gordon,
David Bowie,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erasure,
Cluster,
Henry Cow,
Mantronix,
Bobby Womack,
Anthony Braxton,
The New Christs,
Sister Nancy,
The Techniques,
The Searchers,
Spoonie Gee,
L. Decosne,
The Dead C,
E-Dancer,
Monks,
Black Bananas,
Warsaw,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.