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 Turkmenistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Blancmange to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Music Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Piero Umiliani,
Dennis Brown,
The Martian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Grass Roots,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Halsall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Techniques,
Faraquet,
The Vogues,
Neil Young,
Second Layer,
Average White Band,
Quando Quango,
Saccharine Trust,
Terry Callier,
Erykah Badu,
Minutemen,
Pole,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brand Nubian,
The Kinks,
Nik Kershaw,
Buzzcocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Charles Mingus,
Suicide,
Pantytec,
Royal Trux,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Pus,
the Bar-Kays,
8 Eyed Spy,
Niagra,
Negative Approach,
Joe Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Human League,
Cybotron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gichy Dan,
Maurizio,
Robert Görl,
The Standells,
Donny Hathaway,
Absolute Body Control,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Index,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.