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 China and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Robert Palmer 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 Main Source to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Bad Manners,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Count Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anakelly,
New Order,
Ohio Players,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crash Course in Science,
Quantec,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Buzzcocks,
Glenn Branca,
Brass Construction,
Bronski Beat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television,
Nas,
John Holt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wings,
Bang On A Can,
Radiohead,
In Retrospect,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry's Kids,
Flipper,
Heaven 17,
The Flesh Eaters,
Schoolly D,
La Düsseldorf,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Adolescents,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultravox,
The Saints,
Bluetip,
New York Dolls,
Alice Coltrane,
Skarface,
Tim Buckley,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hoover,
Tears for Fears,
Con Funk Shun,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oneida,
Black Sheep,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jawbox,
Matthew Halsall,
Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.