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 Suriname and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Chris & Cosey to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Junior Murvin,
The Martian,
Slave,
John Foxx,
Jeru the Damaja,
Royal Trux,
The Cramps,
T. Rex,
Vainqueur,
Cameo,
Godley & Creme,
ABC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Accadde A,
Mark Hollis,
The Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Das Ding,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Womack,
Public Enemy,
Hoover,
Ornette Coleman,
The Divine Comedy,
Bizarre Inc.,
JFA,
The Angels of Light,
X-102,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
The Trojans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eve St. Jones,
The Human League,
The Kinks,
A Certain Ratio,
Smog,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vladislav Delay,
Funky Four + One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Massinfluence,
Lungfish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultra Naté,
Stereo Dub,
Quantec,
Simply Red,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tears for Fears,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.