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 Slovenia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 JFA to the disco 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
JFA,
Tres Demented,
The Young Rascals,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dave Gahan,
Magazine,
Minor Threat,
X-Ray Spex,
June Days,
Janne Schatter,
Smog,
Jawbox,
Aswad,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Human League,
Sällskapet,
Negative Approach,
Mars,
Goldenarms,
R.M.O.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Frankie Knuckles,
48th St. Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Guru Guru,
Amazonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Pulsallama,
Quando Quango,
B.T. Express,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anakelly,
Matthew Bourne,
Simply Red,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Martian,
Shuggie Otis,
The Doors,
Spoonie Gee,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Remains,
Roxy Music,
The Music Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Freddie Wadling,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Davy DMX,
Crispy Ambulance,
Talk Talk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.