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 Zambia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Shuggie Otis 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Skarface,
Schoolly D,
Hot Snakes,
Simply Red,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gun Club,
The New Christs,
Popol Vuh,
New Order,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zapp,
The Invisible,
Flipper,
Organ,
Quantec,
Ronnie Foster,
Von Mondo,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Near,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
T.S.O.L.,
Letta Mbulu,
Agitation Free,
The Velvet Underground,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brand Nubian,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Enemy,
Peter & Gordon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Bowie,
Hasil Adkins,
Erykah Badu,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
Au Pairs,
Don Cherry,
Grey Daturas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quadrant,
Donny Hathaway,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lakeside,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vainqueur,
Bob Dylan,
Essential Logic,
Circle Jerks,
The Stooges,
Talk Talk,
Massinfluence,
Average White Band,
Mr. Review,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.