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 Cyprus and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Jerry's Kids,
Liliput,
Fear,
Franke,
DJ Style,
Erykah Badu,
Joy Division,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donny Hathaway,
Maurizio,
Brass Construction,
Chrome,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sound,
Brick,
Ohio Players,
UT,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mission of Burma,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Terry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
Faraquet,
New Age Steppers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nils Olav,
Icehouse,
Nico,
Newcleus,
kango's stein massive,
Eddi Front,
Marc Almond,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Machine,
Gang Starr,
Ronan,
The Residents,
Loose Ends,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Cell,
Monolake,
Nirvana,
X-102,
Scrapy,
The Durutti Column,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pussy Galore,
Harpers Bizarre,
Carl Craig,
Robert Hood,
Mr. Review,
The Misunderstood,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.