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 Cape Verde and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Main Source to the punk 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Underground Resistance,
Michelle Simonal,
The Music Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Inner City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barbara Tucker,
The Moleskins,
Derrick May,
Black Bananas,
Flipper,
Anakelly,
ABC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Count Five,
Lakeside,
Nico,
Eden Ahbez,
Stereo Dub,
Pylon,
Moby Grape,
10cc,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
Mary Jane Girls,
JFA,
Junior Murvin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Susan Cadogan,
Nas,
Charles Mingus,
Massinfluence,
Chris Corsano,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
The Angels of Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yusef Lateef,
Supertramp,
Saccharine Trust,
Aural Exciters,
The Red Krayola,
Black Flag,
the Human League,
Alison Limerick,
John Holt,
Ponytail,
Throbbing Gristle,
Isaac Hayes,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Osbourne,
Silicon Teens,
Steve Hackett,
Cymande,
Nik Kershaw,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.