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 Georgia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Bar-Kays to the electroclash 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Eden Ahbez,
Grauzone,
Parry Music,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Fad Gadget,
The Moody Blues,
The Litter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masters at Work,
Los Fastidios,
Reuben Wilson,
Traffic Nightmare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Freddie Wadling,
Rekid,
Urselle,
Altered Images,
Fugazi,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
B.T. Express,
Second Layer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Desert Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Davy DMX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minor Threat,
Kurtis Blow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Music Machine,
Sun Ra,
the Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dead C,
Ronnie Foster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Supertramp,
Bronski Beat,
Whodini,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Selecter,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smoke,
Johnny Clarke,
The New Christs,
Bill Wells,
Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
DJ Style,
X-101,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unrelated Segments,
The Golliwogs,
Public Enemy,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.