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 Sri Lanka and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Eurythmics to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
E-Dancer,
John Lydon,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Skatalites,
Massinfluence,
X-102,
The Slackers,
Vainqueur,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-101,
Dark Day,
Ken Boothe,
D'Angelo,
David Bowie,
The Seeds,
Swans,
The Zeros,
Matthew Bourne,
The Human League,
Panda Bear,
Loose Ends,
Fluxion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faraquet,
Make Up,
KRS-One,
Bob Dylan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maleditus Sound,
The Names,
Scientists,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Style,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar,
The Mummies,
kango's stein massive,
Cybotron,
Henry Cow,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brick,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Finger,
The Remains,
Gabor Szabo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stereo Dub,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Lynne,
Motorama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Starr,
Robert Wyatt,
Whodini,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.