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 Suriname and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Mighty Diamonds to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minnie Riperton,
John Foxx,
Half Japanese,
Deakin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maleditus Sound,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Index,
The Gun Club,
Slick Rick,
Mad Mike,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Wake,
Hasil Adkins,
The Offenders,
Main Source,
Danielle Patucci,
The Star Department,
Joe Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Japan,
The Blues Magoos,
Technova,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes,
Crime,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dave Gahan,
Dawn Penn,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blossom Toes,
Ohio Players,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Saints,
Nik Kershaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rufus Thomas,
Fear,
T. Rex,
Sandy B,
The Names,
Audionom,
Negative Approach,
Rapeman,
Ossler,
Arab on Radar,
Marvin Gaye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Goldenarms,
The Moody Blues,
Niagra,
Supertramp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scion,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.