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 Chile and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Big Daddy Kane to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABBA,
LL Cool J,
Inner City,
Fela Kuti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visage,
The Velvet Underground,
48th St. Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Smog,
Roger Hodgson,
Second Layer,
Organ,
Pylon,
DJ Sneak,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mummies,
Severed Heads,
Sound Behaviour,
The Leaves,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Soft Cell,
Audionom,
Livin' Joy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anthony Braxton,
Agent Orange,
Eric B and Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scion,
Public Enemy,
Slick Rick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Youth Brigade,
The Busters,
Niagra,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Infiniti,
Andrew Hill,
Deepchord,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
PIL,
Peter and Kerry,
Japan,
Man Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eli Mardock,
Fugazi,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minor Threat,
Crash Course in Science,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David McCallum,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.