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 Lesotho and from London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 ABC to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Normal,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Archie Shepp,
D'Angelo,
Silicon Teens,
Icehouse,
Max Romeo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donald Byrd,
Black Moon,
Zero Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Whodini,
Vladislav Delay,
Organ,
Camouflage,
Blancmange,
Mad Mike,
Quando Quango,
Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers,
CMW,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maurizio,
Symarip,
Rosa Yemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Pop Group,
Boogie Down Productions,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moleskins,
The Doors,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Litter,
Idris Muhammad,
Technova,
Moebius,
Sonic Youth,
Monks,
U.S. Maple,
Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Enemy,
Agitation Free,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gladiators,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.